God gave me pistons for legs, his decision not mine. Until now, mine had to cower from the world, a world built for men with Tyrannosaurus Rex arms for legs. A world where men had forgotten what it feels like to have Jesus blowing the winds of Nazareth between your front cannons. As soon as my pair of lime tiger UDT's arrived I threw them up my legs and torso faster than an A-10 laying down sweet kisses from the sky, and boy, did they hit their target. I wear these tactical **** togs out as often as the good lord allows me, and the good lord is always on my side.
These wet trunks start their crusade up in the northern lands near your navel base, then cover the jungle all the way down to the southern border, where they hold fast protecting all valuable assets. From there it's just all out war from Thighgon to the floor, no prisoners taken.
Do yourself a favour and grow up for once, make the right decision and let Papa Nui dress your ragged ****.