"Hey Oz, I had fun! BFF! xoxo Malaysia"

Australia was hitting on Malaysia like crazy during the latter's visit to the country, "[sprinkling] adjectives freely" in a speech praising her for being such a nice gal. Who can blame Malaysia for feeling hot and horny from this surprising attention? After all, we ALL know Australia is hung like a sheep on one of those "enlargement pills" we read so much about from the e-mails we get in our inbox. After dessert, Australia reached across the candlelit table and held Malaysia's hand, looked her in the eye and whispered:

"You come to Australia as a friend. Your country is very important to Australia. We share a lot of history. [You mean] much to Australia."

Malaysia has been waiting for this moment for a long time. Night after night when she's alone in her bed, hands roaming wild across the contours of her land, she's always imagined how it'd feel to hear Australia mutter those sweet words of longing. She knew it was her turn, and "was just as gracious."

She took off one of her shoes, slid her foot slowly up Australia's leg until she reached his crotch and felt a considerable bulge there. Elated, she breathily said, "I want this 'solid superstructure'. Now. Your place?"