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.
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on November 28th, 2008 at 3:47 pm
Better lube up the vibrator, looks like you’re going to be using it a lot over Christmas.
on November 28th, 2008 at 6:01 pm
Wow, that brings a whole new meaning to giblets and gravy.
on November 28th, 2008 at 7:05 pm
I don’t like things that ONLY vibrate over Christmas.
Woe, it was more like mashed potatoes that didn’t deserve gravy!
on November 28th, 2008 at 7:27 pm
you smacked the left one, stomped the right one… what about the one in the middle? under his wee wee?