So this is me spamming the living hell out of Jensen's face.
Jensen approves ...

Or maybe not.
BOOM!
Oh well, there go the panties ...

I mean really, what chance does a woman have?

It's just not fair.

Oh, you sod. Now you're just playing dirty!

I say again, what chance do we have?

Jensen, STOP IT!

It's no use hiding it under a hat.

You can't cover up that level of prettiness.

Prettiness level - bloody ridiculous.

Oh yes, we are pleased with ourself, aren't we ... smug git.

Yes Jensen, that's how we feel a lot of the time.

But you don't care.

Do you?

The face that launched a thousand ovaries.

Into orbit.

Well, we never wanted them anyway.

That's okay then,

It's no use crying over incinerated ovaries.

Smirky sod.

There's so much prettiness in one place,it's a danger to the balance of nature.

Sort of like Krakatoa with gorgeous green eyes and a nice ass.

Jensen ought to come with a public health warning.

So I say again, it's just not bloody fair.

So what have you got to say for yourself?

Guilty, much?
