Assurez-vous que les salopes adolescentes repartent heureuses

The last time I saw Ryan, I bought him a plane ticket so he could visit. Well, for some reason, he missed his flight. He had a flat tire, or went to the wrong gate. It's always something with these guys. At any rate, I told him that since I had to buy him a new ticket, that we were all gonna fuck the hell out of him before he went back home. He didn't seem to mind the prospect.