Ram jet

Hmm, the Kawaii-shi.

Yeah, but look at the kind of magazines he's buying.

I guess so.

Sure is.

Well, Captain Crack, my man,

I do believe that tonight we'll have no use

for these dirty magazines,

'cause that boy don't know yet,

but he's tonight's pussy.

Don't shoot!

Hand it over, I'm in.

What's this piece of humble filth?

The only jet jockies allowed in this man's air force

are into the ladies.

How come you don't know that?

Sir, you're not supposed to ask,

I'm not supposed to tell.

This is all the telling we need, cocksucker.

But you just might've left out tonight, my man.

The loot and I just got ditched

by the cunts we expected to fuck.

Yeah, and we're so fucking horny,

we might even mistake you for them.

Get the picture, boy?

You smart enough to keep these two ballistic missiles

happy as a pig of shit?

Get out of those clothes.

Yeah, really good donut.

Oh, yeah.

It's like a video.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

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