09-27-2020, 06:47 PM
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Skydiving with a handkerchief in lieu of a parachute.
Playing a competitive game of “Cram It In My Ass,” which is a really zesty affair consisting of 2 players who challenge each other to see who’s rear asshole can hold more suppositories.
Driving in rush hour traffic using only your sense of smell as your guide.
Dating a Female Bowler circa 1986. She’s replete with dark pantyhose, Duck Head shorts to support her ample, sturdy carriage. Aviator glasses while inside and an up-do poof.
Stealing Kenmore refrigerators.
Civil War battle re-enactments.
Teaching yourself acupuncture but with railroad stakes instead of small needles.
Half court hoops with a 15 pound medicine ball.
Firing up your clackers with a taser.
Serving antifreeze cocktails during your next dinner party.
Brining a piñata to a birthday party but swapping it out with a hornet nest as soon as the guest of honor starts whacking.
Drinking the leftover brine from a pickled egg jar.
Rocket farting.
Skydiving with a handkerchief in lieu of a parachute.
Playing a competitive game of “Cram It In My Ass,” which is a really zesty affair consisting of 2 players who challenge each other to see who’s rear asshole can hold more suppositories.
Driving in rush hour traffic using only your sense of smell as your guide.
Dating a Female Bowler circa 1986. She’s replete with dark pantyhose, Duck Head shorts to support her ample, sturdy carriage. Aviator glasses while inside and an up-do poof.
Stealing Kenmore refrigerators.
Civil War battle re-enactments.
Teaching yourself acupuncture but with railroad stakes instead of small needles.
Half court hoops with a 15 pound medicine ball.
Firing up your clackers with a taser.
Serving antifreeze cocktails during your next dinner party.
Brining a piñata to a birthday party but swapping it out with a hornet nest as soon as the guest of honor starts whacking.
Drinking the leftover brine from a pickled egg jar.
Rocket farting.
