Analyst-Therapists of the world unite!
I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert that night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy’s Hump Palace lookin’ for love. It had been a while. In fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come and went since that midnight run haulin’ hog to Shakey Town on I-10. I had picked up this hitchhiker that was sweatin’ gallons through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit Of The Loom tank-tops. Well, that night I lost myself To ruby red lips, milky white skin and baby blue eyes. Name was Russell.
Best thing I’ve read all week.
Then you’re in for…maybe not a treat…but something when you listen to the song
so like. that’s a memory i didn’t need back. when i ran cross country, there was a pervert who would bike by during practice. he would wear daisy duke cutoffs. and his balls would be hanging out most of the time. we were children. and the coaches (adults) watched every day and did jack shit about it. so that’s a fuuuuun memory to remember.
Your balls are falling out.
My balls are falling in.
We are not the same.
Anything to get back the social distancing.
People have said that “Queer” is a nebulous term that can’t be defined, but to this day I haven’t met a queer person who doesnt wear cutoff jeans without shaving their legs, so that’s the definition I’m sticking to
have you met queer women?
The statement made could apply to any human.
I have, but they were a motly mix of lesbians and bi men. Also trans people of all varieties. And now that I’m thinking about it, probably some gay men too.
blarghly. dude. i thought we knew each other better than that. i only shave my legs when i have to put lotion on them, because three inches of hair absorbs and wastes a lot of lotion.
i also don’t have cutoffs because i don’t like wearing shorts, but that’s a whole different story.
Bumblebee Tuna!
Haters gonna hate.
Gay people called, theyre here to give you your anxiety back ( maybe do something about the balls)
