Originally Posted by
rambo
A couple of days ago I was headed home and this girl pointed at my hand, which had a rather large bite mark on it that was swelling by the minute. I shrugged it off, insisting that I was a hardass and that I was the world's current Naked Jenga Champion. Granted, it freaked me the hell out, but I wasn't about to let it show. I wake up the next day, and my hand is swollen, and I'm in pain. Whatever, I've got to go to the prejudging at the Paradise Cup. Two days later and my fucking hand looks like an oven mitt, and I keep falling asleep. I feel like I did when I had mono. I know I don't have mono, cause I didn't make mouth contact with the last hooker, unless you count her mouth to my throbbing member. Well now my hand looks like it was ripped off the Pillsbury Doughboy and was too tired to get my workout in last night. Now I'm really upset. I think I'm going to do what I usually do when I get mad, which is run down to the coffee shop downstairs and vigurously masturbate in front of the window until I'm escorted back up stairs. It doesn't get the same response, now people just glance over at me throttling my micropenis and go back to sipping their coffee. I think I will change it up a bit this time, and chase after Japanese business men screaming bloody murder and eventually bring them to the ground, where I slap them furiously with my testicle sac while reciting the Pledge of Allegiance.
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............guess the skin is to pal for their liking.....might be because we would always try to look up their grass skirts.hehe
