I would raze London to the ground for this man.. ..Or, just for being London.

The client requests contain a lot of fetishes, so I just decided to go y'know... full Master, and change my entire house into a dungeon, uh... Dungeon Master. Now with a full dungeon in my house and It's going really well. Fisting is 300 bucks, and usually the guy is pretty much hard on pop to get really relaxed y'know and I have this long latex glove that goes all the way up to my armpit and then I put on a surgical latex glove up to my wrist and, just lube it up, and it's a long process y'know to get your...get your whole arm up there, but it's an intense feeling for the other person. I think for myself too, you go in places that even though it's physical with your hand but for some reason it's also more emotional it's more psychological too, and we both get you know to the same place it's really strange at the same time and I find sessions like that really exhausting.

Do you like SAMURAI? Their early work was a little too grunge for my tastes, but when Blistering Love came out in '05, I think they really came into their own, commercially and artistically. The whole album has a clear, crisp sound, and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that really gives the songs a big boost. Johnny's been compared to Kerry Eurodyne, but I think Johnny has a far more bitter, cynical sense of humor. In '20, SAMURAI released this, A Cool Metal Fire, their most accomplished album. I think their undisputed masterpiece is "A Like Supreme", a song so catchy, most people probably don't listen to the lyrics. But they should, because it's not just about the dangers of corporate colonialism, and the importance of fighting tyranny, it's also a personal statement about the band itself.

You can rely on a huron pilot. As an infantryman the wubwub of the dual rotors is what you want to hear. When you are without support in a compound, surrounded on three sides and with no shells left, the thump of a Huron is what you want to destroy your eardrums and drown out the shouts of your autorifleman for more boxes. You know that the MAN piloting it will land, that they will pick ALL of your squad up. Instinctively you know this because after all, how else could such a massive airframe have dodged the fires to even get here in the first place?

The Eurobongs might stan the sponge of a merlin, say the Huron is heavy, hard to fly. But he knows. The cultured pilot knows that it’s hard to fly, but that’s for a reason. It’s slow, tough to maneuvre. But that’s because it’s a tank, and it’ll carry two squads, each full of pipehitters. Hell, the Huron airframe is so BUILT, you can take a rocket to the engine, crash land in a mountain valley still feel more ready for war than the high speed nerds fresh off the bench of a hummingbird.

The Huron is the patrician’s helicopter. It’s the helicopter for real men. Kids might like to fly stunts with hummingbirds and the ‘pilots’ might say they can only competently land a ghosthawk, but for the real man’s pilot, the infantryman’s pilot, the Huron is the only choice.