Stick It.
I was using my digital camera the other day and I ran out of memory. I told my old man that I wanted a new memory stick for Christmas. He snickered pulled down his pants and said here you go. Here is a stick you won’t forget. I promptly smacked his left testicle. He hit the floor with a thud and a whimper. “Not so funny now is it?” I yelled at him. He replied half crying and half laughing, “A little.” So I stomped on the right one. He conceded at that point that it had no real humor to begin with. Although, I was now wildly amused. Since his balls had swollen to the point of bursting, I do believe he was right. It is a stick I will never forget.
Gorilla Bananas on November 28th, 2008
Better lube up the vibrator, looks like you’re going to be using it a lot over Christmas.
Woeful on November 28th, 2008
Wow, that brings a whole new meaning to giblets and gravy.
Upset Waitress on November 28th, 2008
I don’t like things that ONLY vibrate over Christmas.
Woe, it was more like mashed potatoes that didn’t deserve gravy!
daisyfae on November 28th, 2008
you smacked the left one, stomped the right one… what about the one in the middle? under his wee wee?