Lucky for you, you have a flying fuck. I'd hang on to it if I were you (not that you need any telling to cling to your little withered button mushroom and it's attendant yeast colonies, you have been getting in practice since you were weaned as a preemie neonate from daddy's sperm fountain)
Because it is probably the only flying fuck you will ever encounter. I'm surprised you could recognize it in fact. Did you look for pictures, maybe try to rape a hole drilled through a thesaurus (no, it isn't a type of dinosaur, before you ask) because mommy was too busy at the time earning her nightly crack rock with the local negroid populace.
Go back to playing with yourself.
