I thought I'd seen it all
after I met a man with three balls. Then I met a man with four.
posted by Top_Dog at 7/12/2005 10:33:00 p.m.
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
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3 Comments:
Pardon me?
12:10 p.m.
I counted four. I wanted to confirm and asked if he'd packed anything extra. He said no. I guess he just didn't want to talk about it.
6:58 p.m.
Mr. Threeballs would be quite the donor. He shoots huge loads. He's and animal. It's like he has an extra prostate too.
Mr. Fourballs never finished so I can't say much about him.
7:16 p.m.
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