“But please no more gooks on Predators.”
“How about in the wheel wells on Voyagers?” I asked. “The last time a Bloody RPG round went off, no wonder I shot my load early,” I reminded her. Sex vedio I handed Sgt Major Riley my swagger stick and when he it rammed up the Gooks rectum the cock reached quite a creditable size. “Beg pardon sir but did someone cut themselves shaving or something?” he asked. “Kecks off,” I ordered. “Geneva convention, woman’s need to be interrogate me,” it said as it leered hands tethered behind its back. “Do you get some perverted sexual thrill from torturing and killing gooks?” the RAF chap asked. “No and no more throwing them off the ramps of Hercules,” he added, “Mind you we did get some fantastic video of them skydiving straight into the rocky desert floor, Bong, Splat.”
“Best bit was they had the static line rip cord round their privates instead of a parachute,” I laughed, “Silly little pink wiggly things left behind.”
“Anyway,” He insists, “No more gooks on planes dead or alive please, Toodle Pip.” and he put the phone down.
