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avoid melting like sugar should the radiation unleash
Mission SummarySweet sweet summer humidity…. Water water everywhere and not a drop to drink. Not a maggot to be seen, One sexy ship christened (Sleipnir) the Porno Squad way, which lead to Nosepicker getting a dooobleh flat within the first 20 minutes of the mission…. Which then lead to his self-inflicted punishment of having to ride Jumbo Shrimp (See that grimace of sheer glee? Yeah, that was pain) Sexy, sexy pilots got a lil' bit frisky and nibbled (ok, downright bit (hard)) wrestled and swung and posed round about the seekrit spots in the wildes in various states of nekkidness. I am pleased to report that there was some semi nekkid, semi derbying, and other trecherous chasing sans spacesuits) Mucho fun was had, and we even got to hang outside the Luna 7-11 like Silent Bob… (ok, less silent - apparently there was some guys talkin' trash about their 40,000 car, comparing themselves to our priceless choppers and our (clearly) superior groove) Little did they know our mad skillz of formations.
And lest we forget, despite the mission title there was nary a drop (ok, ok, a few drops, probably, maybe) of radiation.