Oh well...
He had freakishly tiny balls anyway.
Literally and figuratively.
It was creepy.
Literally and figuratively.
It was creepy.
Stupid made easy
posted by Helen the Felon at 2:50 PM
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15 Comments:
That sucks.
I'm sorry.
Wait, are you talking about Mr. Smartypants, "the boy" (referenced in your 3/7 post), or Michael Hartney?
I'm confused. *sigh*
Oh god, it's not Michael Hartney! I want to state for the record that I absolutely love Michael Hartney, and I'm sure he has tremendous, wonderful, lovely balls.
Beyond that, I decline to comment. I'll have my people get back to your people.
just for distraction, sweetie, you may want to take a look at this:
http://thinkcount.blogspot.com/
It's Ricky with an R, and his balls look fine.
Oooooh, gurl...that made me feel silly in my pants!
Have you ever thought that having balls at all might be the problem? I think you should play on our team more often. ;o)
Still, sorry if things aren't going well, sweetie. If it makes you feel better, imagine yourself in this picture.
I'm sorry. He obviously wasn't worthy. How much would it cost to rent a billboard in Times Square to advertise his... um... small problem(s)? Ya think?
As you might recall, I have lovely balls with cute little seasonal decorations on them. Come to Philly...I'll show'em to ya.
I'm sorry for your disappointing evening.
Nator:That very thought has, in fact crossed my mind. And that picture of my Ricky starring in Michael Bolton's biopic may push me even further toward Lebanon. Thanks!
Evil:We'd have to give away magnifying glasses to the billboard viewers, and that would get costly. Not worth it. Nice idea, though! Remind me to never fuck with you...
John: St. Patrick's Day balls? God you're a slut. (Love you!)
Snay: Actually, it was a disappointing couple of months. It's really okay, though. The lesson regarding toddler-sized balls has been quite valuable.
Sweetie, you're not seeing the big picture here, okay small picture, you provide one of those observation viewers, and make it into a sort of "Where's Waldo" experience. Plus you get to charge for it, so you make a couple of bucks on his humiliation. You have to spend more time with your 'mo posse.
That sucks.
But who wants to date a guy who could be jealous of the sack on a Chihuahua?
Okay Evil, I'm in. Anything that allows for more time with my gays is worth the effort. Make it so!
Oh my god...I just made a Star Trek joke. I'm never going to get laid again, am I? God help me.
balls are their curse and their blessing. fuck this guy.
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