So this is me spamming the living hell out of Jensen's face.
Jensen approves ...
Or maybe not.
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.
The face that launched a thousand ovaries.
Well, we never wanted them anyway.
That's okay then,
It's no use crying over incinerated ovaries.
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?