I pin Flynn's Nipple to a tin dripple in my kibbles.
Please don't mind the kind I bind in your spine.
I'd like to request that all the MEN stand up.
Not people like Shane or Michael James. No no the real men.
Oh hello Mr. Flynn under my pin. I didn't see you there.
Let me help you up with medium force in my nipples so you don't fall.
Let me shake your hand and be your guide to paradise. Take this bottle.
Empty its contents into your hands like so and rub yourself like so. Watch me.
Watch as I rub myself. Yes Flynn, look at that pin point precision I've got happining here.
Flynn's din din is a pinned stocking I knitted in the camp I never leave. I knitted it for Flynn.