A trip down memory lane.
Imagine a 50 minute version of the Sabotage video with even more hard hitting action, some sweet ass kung-fu and the funkiest tashs you’ve ever seen. You’ll find you’ve been watching Vengeance: The Life Of Dick Montana.
If that’s not a perfect advertisement for Wii Fit then… urm, I cant think of anything right now.
‘Till next time. Later.
So,
While hanging out with my friend Jamie I randomly thought of an old story that a person told me back my college days.
The story goes that there was this junky sat in his home, he had just used his ’shit’ and while on his trip he came to the conclusion that he was possessed by demons, the devil or something similar. The only solution this junky could come up with to get rid of these ‘demons’ was to suck them out, the tool he chose was a hoover. For some reason I cant remember, the police were notified and by the time they got to this junkies place of residence he had successfully sucked out the demons. It took 4 policemen to stop him from sucking out the rest of his insides from his ass, he died shortly after.
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Watch that while I try to get this damn ball back on my lip ring. Stupid damn MRI machine. (UPDATE: Balls in!)
Jump to later that day. I have bagged the balls and glass wearing rubber gloves and dropped them off at the police station along with all the other information they asked for.
The police would later tell me that they were dog testicles. The fucked up thing is, I don’t have a dog, so someone has gone through the rigmarole of finding a dog, removing his balls, cleaning them off and placing them in a glass on my night stand. They might be Steve’s, he’s my next door neighbours dog, he’s been looking a little depressed recently.
The glass didn’t have any prints on it, so I got that back a few days later. They said that since nothing was missing and no one was hurt, well other then the dog that is, there was nothing they could really do. They said it was probably a prank.
A prank. If they say so, I don’t really know anyone who would go through all that fuss just to freak me out. Plus all the people I know, would know that it takes more then a pair of balls in a glass to give me a scare.
I’m back at home washing the glass for the fifth time and try and get the nerve to pour myself a drink, instead I just put t he glass away and get a cup of tea. I swear there is a funny smell in here.