I'd come to this neck of the woods to buy a plot of land to build a hotel, but what I found was real fun. There was a refugee family living in this ramshackle wreck, and they were willing to do anything for a crisp buck. They don't speak human, but I don't give a fark about that. It's even better because I don't have to listen to the wails of an old woman constantly looking after my new bird. The only thing that could theoretically mar my country fuck is a scary dork wandering around with an axe. Just thinking about him makes my cock try to retract inward like a turtle's head. But you know what? It's moments like that that spice up our bland lives!