Imagine, first of all, that you have a girlfriend. And why shouldn't you? You take care of your body. The Internet says you're "ogremaxxed" and you wear it like your identity. What you are not is "pretty." Not like the boys who make the music your girlfriend likes. The Internet says she's an "ARMY" and she wears it like her identity. Some people might say you're being cucked. But just look at these guys!
Fuckin' twinks, you could break them in half!
Now imagine it's 1944. You and the boys are in a Skytrain over Normandy getting ready to drop. You're not sure which will get you through this: Telling yourself you're definitely going home, or telling yourself you're not afraid to die. When one man speaks up: "Suppose we don't have homes to go back to?" He mentions his wife has been keeping him up to date on civilian life back in the States. But as of late she can't seem to shut up about this "Frankie" guy. The war has brought a great loneliness for young women. And Frankie is the boy in every corner drugstore. The "lieutenant husband" for America's women.
He produces a picture, and you have a look.
Fuckin' fairy, you could break him in half!
Fuckin' twinks, you could break them in half!
Now imagine it's 1944. You and the boys are in a Skytrain over Normandy getting ready to drop. You're not sure which will get you through this: Telling yourself you're definitely going home, or telling yourself you're not afraid to die. When one man speaks up: "Suppose we don't have homes to go back to?" He mentions his wife has been keeping him up to date on civilian life back in the States. But as of late she can't seem to shut up about this "Frankie" guy. The war has brought a great loneliness for young women. And Frankie is the boy in every corner drugstore. The "lieutenant husband" for America's women.
He produces a picture, and you have a look.
Fuckin' fairy, you could break him in half!
