That time I took a sojourn to visit my friend Jim Freklowski
Dude, my insane friend's fucking genitals are huge, like WTF?
So there I was
and fucking Freklowski
takes a big swig of beer from his sippy cup and suddenly yells "Nakee time" while tearing off his clothes all over the place, and when he was nude instead of swinging his dangly bit in his personal space and keeping it there he makes a nakedfriendline straight towards me.
so I pulled out my fist
and punched his face in until he hit the floor crying for his mommy, sobbing that his wonderful imagination had never gotten him into such a big jam before and that UN regulations prevented governmental recognition that I was a fucking pussy, WTF?
I barely got away with a major sinistral external abrasion and a severed brachialis radial and, as luck would have it, Freklowski's wounds were nothing that an emergency medevac helicopter, major facial reconstructive surgery, and a series of extensive celebrum stem rehabilitative operations couldn't clear up.
No, seriously. My friend nearly rubbed his hundred-year old joy-snake all over me.