a song of brrrrt and whiskey

"dat wus gr8 ehhh baeb" daz said, lying next to taco1 after another one of their sex marathon threesomes.
"daz, listen, we need to talk" taco1 said, starung at the ceili g, "im in love with taco2".
"u uhh u wot.m8?" daz retorted confusknhly.

"im in live with taco2. her fluffy beavse satisfies me unlike yr tiny whiskey pecker"

daz sat up, brushing off what taco1 said as usual after sex female.banter. he webt to sit down infront of his pc, booting up war thunder to.keep thevtears away
"i gotta stay strong for teh planws.m8.kwep it tugether" but he couldnt. bot even the gloroious brrrrrt sounsd.could stop.it. a single, manly tear fell.down.his cheek, hitting his super ultra hyper relistic dlight stix v27, frying the circuit..his f-14 crashing into tye ocean.

"well, dats it.biys" he sniffled, looking at his whsikey bottlws, "we foken. lost m8s". daz.took his flgith stixk, his hen and left with a backpack heavy with whsikey.

"its ok bois, d outdoora is iue home now" he said, gazing up at the starlit nightsky. it was foken. bwautufyl m8.