I had to sooth the Philipinos.
Max soothed the scientists.
Captain Kurk was drifting far into the horizon by the time we were done soothing the girls.
If there is something I am good at it, well it's soothing and perhaps a backrub.
First start on shoulders, then make you're way down. If you hear any tell-tale signs like moaning, then it's time to slip the sausage in.
The President was very happy.
Mc Murdo could get supplies year round.
The water we mined fed most of Sub Sahara Africa.
And the country girls were sent back to Manila with purple hearts and a pension for life.
Call it hush money, call it what you like.
But I made sure they'd be working at my Karaoke Bars.
Antartica was ripe for mining.
The first resort was being built.
Being prefabricated, it would be built before the long winter had finished.
Mining, the US wanted the oil.
Opening up a corridor to Antartica that was usually blocked for six months put the US in a very good position in mining the fuck out of it before the Ruskies did, who traditionally had their oil rigs working twenty-four seven in the summer months.
I had saved the US economy.
They wouldn't need to buy any more oil from the Middle East, or at least at the exorbitant prices they were charging.
Antartica was prime real estate.
A little No Mining Treaty was going to stop the US.
'And fucked if we are going to carry back the rubbish with us,' said Max, who turned the sewer pipes out to sea.
'Why deprive fattening up the fish,' I said, before embarking on round two of soothing, this time with the scientists.
Max soothed the scientists.
Captain Kurk was drifting far into the horizon by the time we were done soothing the girls.
If there is something I am good at it, well it's soothing and perhaps a backrub.
First start on shoulders, then make you're way down. If you hear any tell-tale signs like moaning, then it's time to slip the sausage in.
The President was very happy.
Mc Murdo could get supplies year round.
The water we mined fed most of Sub Sahara Africa.
And the country girls were sent back to Manila with purple hearts and a pension for life.
Call it hush money, call it what you like.
But I made sure they'd be working at my Karaoke Bars.
Antartica was ripe for mining.
The first resort was being built.
Being prefabricated, it would be built before the long winter had finished.
Mining, the US wanted the oil.
Opening up a corridor to Antartica that was usually blocked for six months put the US in a very good position in mining the fuck out of it before the Ruskies did, who traditionally had their oil rigs working twenty-four seven in the summer months.
I had saved the US economy.
They wouldn't need to buy any more oil from the Middle East, or at least at the exorbitant prices they were charging.
Antartica was prime real estate.
A little No Mining Treaty was going to stop the US.
'And fucked if we are going to carry back the rubbish with us,' said Max, who turned the sewer pipes out to sea.
'Why deprive fattening up the fish,' I said, before embarking on round two of soothing, this time with the scientists.
