"Well, yes, I know my duty, sir, and I know the god I serve.
I tried to stay out in the open line, I tried to keep my nerve . . .
ah, but all I could see were lily white arms and a gold and silken dress,
and all I could hear was a good, old song flowin' from the west . . .
well, I wish I were back home in Bristol, again! Raisin' a cider with West Countrymen!
Rollin' in the arms of the the fair Katy Wren, back Home in Bristol, again . . . "

When you drawing pussy in a war zone and forgot where the clitoris goes...

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My throat is too sore to be laughing this hard xD