Quench
I out grew my childish moods when I
was a teenager.
Why do I still have such moods now?
Flowers in my gun barrel.
Rust on my dick.
Meeting you was a polarising
experience.
I'm now a negative ion.
You're flying Captain Sausage
Airlines.
Buckle up and enjoy my big dick.
Number 7 beer can.
Sing Number Se-v-en be-er can!
Only pilots are brave.
Mustang ferry flight left 2 pilots
dead in air crashes and 1 damaged.
Six month after WW2.
Petrol truck in the desert, modern
art shining in the sun.
Doing absolutely nothing, chilling
out in the Ice Age.
One way or the high way to the
stars.
Get a parking ticket in Madagascar,
carless island.
Water me down, parch my thirst and
quench my love for you.
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