Are you kidding me right now? This isn't Vietnam, ladies. There are rules. And those rules include you putting up with the hot fire we blow from our asses. We can't throw a f*cking b*tch-be-gone blanket over your head when you're on the rag, can we? No, we can't. So when our a**holes get lethal and our farts hit the Lord's air, you'll engulf them and you'll f*ckin' like it. I don't care if were in bed or your standing below me on an escalator, that's just how it's going to be.
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