Been around the world twice. Talked to everyone once.
Seen two whales fuck. Been to three world fairs.
I even know a man in Thailand with a wooden cock.
I push more Peter more sweeter and more completer than any other Peter pusher around.

I’m a hard-bodied, hairy-chested, rooting tooting shooting parachutting, demolition double-cap crimping frogman.

There ain’t nothing I can’t do.

No sky too high, no sea too rough, no muff too tough.
Learned a lot of lessons in my life.

Never shoot a large-caliber man with a small-caliber bullet.

Drive all kinds of trucks. Two-bys, four-bys, six-bys. And those big motherfuckers that bend and go, “ssh-ssh”, when you step on the brakes.

Anything in life worth doing is worth overdoing. Moderation is for cowards.

I’m a lover, I’m a fighter, I’m a UDT Navy SEAL diver.

I’ll wine, dine, intertwine, and sneak out the back door when the refueling is done.

So if you’re feeling froggy, then you better jump, because this frogman’s been there, done that and is going back for more.

—  Shane E. Patton, Lone Survivor

“Dude, ya gotta wake up, c'mon, I know you’re tired, but you gotta at least get up to get somethin’ in your belly.” Draco shakes at Lone’s figure under the blanket, careful not to touch near his sling and cast, too scared to.

“I just checked out your cupboards and found some ramen, which is as good a breakfast as any. I don’t really know how you like it either, so i left the water in it and left the packet closed. Alright?” He gets this out, rushed, to a half-asleep Lone-ler.