Remember the Big Bang Theory TV show? Yeah right in our faces 10 yrs ago! (Link to video in comments)
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Lmao..,
Now, you’re referencing Cable Guy, a Jim Carrey movie, Hollywood cinema — oh, the irony.
Your friend would probably tell you stop watching Brokeback Mountain and start watching Breaking Bad. Your friend would probably punch you in the balls, demand you stop being a fag, tell you to keep your “deep bond” to yourself.
Your friend would probably tell you to shut your ass up and just watch the show, that you should waste less time showing people your asshole and spend more time forming some educated opinions.
Your friend would probably acknowledge your love for Jim Carrey via an intervention: ALL your friends would probably inform you, very gently, how your love for the fag doesn’t mean you need to talk out your ass or kick your own ass.
Wow….
Your friend must actually be a fag.
You two really love elaborating about your faggotry and projecting your faggotry onto others, but I’m not into fags, so I don’t need anymore information from either of you.
Your fantasies/sizes/fetishes are entirely irrelevant to me, as I do not share your interests in fags, not at all, but — that said — I would happily punch both of you in the balls, and that’s as far I’m willing to go.
Hey, I’m not a violent person, and I’m not claiming to be a biologist or anything of that nature, but if you need to know whether your balls actually exist or not, I’ll happily help you out with that, and that’s all I meant by my offer.
Clearly, you and your friend only specialize in being fags and kicking your own asses, so I’ll be charitable for each of you, I’ll donate a couple ball checks for each of you.
Eventually, if you and your friend discover you have balls and want your balls removed, I could only guess you would need to contact your nearest wood chipper salesman for such a job, because I’m not doing that for anyone, because — like I said — I’m not a biologist, and I don’t sell wood chippers.