Gram! Don’t look at my balls!
I was drunk.
Just a few minutes before,
my drunk self took me to my
old bedroom to put on my gift.
Which was a cold water wetsuit for kayaking.
Fuckers are stretchy and real tight.
Once I had that bastard on, including the headgear,
I pranced toward the bar, where everyone was,
with their drinks and their cheer.
Gram! Don’t look at my balls!
It was snowing outside.
I remember laying in the snow, feeling nothing,
It was fucking good. To lay and feel nothing.
Eventually I came back inside.
My family accepted my balls as myself.
And Big Al wanted to have another shot.
And we did.
-M. Taggart
so funny
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And very true lol
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Fucking brilliant!
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lol I don’t see how, but thanks!
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Oh it was. It allowed me to say the word fucking lol.
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Lol
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Can I say it again please! FUCKING,
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Hell, it’s your life. Lol
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Lol I just wanted to join in with the tone of the poem. Ha, it kind of released me lol
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Anyway I think we should have a fucking party lol
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That must have been quite some evening! ;O) x
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Oh yes lol Christmas roughly ten years ago.
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This was FUNNY!
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Lol yea. Thankful that I have an understanding gram
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Rock on man!đŸ¤˜
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lol sounds good, where we having the pint?
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Big Sur would be incredible.
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