TF2 sniper

Skipper's in the wardroom drinking gin
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
I don't mind knocking but I ain't going in
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
Jimmy's laughing like a drain
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
Been looking at comic cuts again
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
Hey, chicken on a raft on a Monday morning
Oh what a terrible sight to see
The dabtoes forward and the dustmen aft
Sitting there picking at a chicken on a raft
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
Oy-oh, chicken on a raft
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
Oy-oh, chicken on a raft
They gave me the middle and the forenoon too
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
Now I'm pulling in the whaler's crew
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
Seagull wheeling overhead
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
I ought to be flogging in a feather bed
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
Hey, chicken on a raft on a Monday morning
Oh what a terrible sight to see
The dabtoes forward and the dustmen aft
Sitting there picking at a chicken on a raft
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
Oy-oh, chicken on a raft
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
Oy-oh, chicken on a raft
We kissed goodbye on the midnight bus
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
She didn't cry, she didn't fuss
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
Am I the man that she loves best?
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
Or am I just a cuckoo in another man's nest?
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
Hey, chicken on a raft on a Monday morning
Oh what a terrible sight to see
The dabtoes forward and the dustmen aft
Sitting there picking at a chicken on a raft
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
Oy-oh, chicken on a raft
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
Oy-oh, chicken on a raft
An Amazon girl lives in Dumfries
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
She only has kids in twos and threes
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
Her sister lives in Maryhill
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
She says she won't but I think she will
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
Hey, chicken on a raft on a Monday morning
Oh what a terrible sight to see
The dabtoes forward and the dustmen aft
Sitting there picking at a chicken on a raft
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
Oy-oh, chicken on a raft
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
Oy-oh, chicken on a raft
Well I had a little girl in Donny B
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
And did she make a fool of me
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
Her heart was like a Pusser's shower
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
From hot to cold in a quarter of an hour
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
Hey, chicken on a raft on a Monday morning
Oh what a terrible sight to see
The dabtoes forward and the dustmen aft
Sitting there picking at a chicken on a raft
Hey-oh, chicken on a raft
Oy-oh, chicken on a r

Roy Mustang is the very picture of an attractive, sophisticated man in the prime of life. With his dark, piercing eyes and clean-shaven, baby-faced visage, the infamous colonel attracts a great deal of attention from admirers. Roy's dark hair - perhaps in keeping with his persona - is worn casually unkempt, falling over his eyes; in more formal or somber situations, however, he is known to wear it neatly slicked back. He is also DEAD SEXY... IN A MINI SKIRT!!!!

On the surface, Roy seems to be a shallow and self-absorbed man, infamous among many of his colleagues and subordinates alike for the selfish and narcissistic aura he gives off.
At the core, he is a remarkably devoted commander whose primary focus and personal duty is to his friends and subordinates. Though he hides it well behind a veil of cynicism and self-importance, Roy Mustang is a man who cares deeply about the people who trust and support him

The world would be better if we lived in a society where lactating women could get jobs selling their breast milk as an alternative to cow milk. Just think about it, human breast milk is healthier for humans than cows milk, and we could reduce the amount of cows in factory farms; reduce the amount of cows in general, which would reduce the amount of methane going into the atmosphere and have less of an affect on climate change. Women could unionize to have good working conditions with decent pay and benefits, which would actually make the milk taste better if they were under less stress. Although it will be mandatory to be drug free, and maybe have regular drug tests to insure the quality of milk, that might actually motivate struggling women to quit drugs and get off the streets by selling breast milk. Women with hyperlactation would have an outlet for their excess milk production and be compensated for all the milk they sell, while women who under produce could easily buy the amount of breast milk they need from the grocery store. Just imagine having an omelet, cheesy pasta, or chocolate milk but made with human breast milk; that would be pretty wild by todays standards. The only downside is that drinking breast milk would be normalized and no one would masturbate to the idea of drinking from lactating titties, because that is indeed a problem and everyone totally masturbates to lactating titties. Don't turn this into a copy pasta or I will ejaculate into your nightmares; I am like Freddy Krueger, but horny, and I would totally fill your dreams with spermy wormies.