For some reason I just thought of Ping Pong.
How my balls come together?
I was just assuming that today while thinking about life. It's funny how these things come together.
The coconuts guard my ballsack.
Coconut discrimination continues.
We'll be wearing armour. Armour made of bananas!
Touch a Swede?! Speak for yourself, son.
Ranztien's distraught face was the best part. Then we hug him. And steal his clothes. Hey, I have great hair. It's a fact.
It's the least I can do for a man with epic hair like yours. Hair you are probably sick of hearing about, yet here we are all the same.
That provided me with one of the best mental images I have had to date. Thank you, Kyle.
