We had late-night kush sesh. The balls are so stoned like victims of mob justice.
I’ve woken up lightheaded and exhausted, but the balls are happier than yours.
Morning, we have big plans today, but the balls insist we have to begin with another hour of sleep. These ‘pair of tongs’ will lull me to destitution.
Morning, it’s a good day to make money, but the balls won’t get out of bed.
Morning, we slept well. The balls are playing hide and seek now. It’s a funny game in a limited field. Here’s how they do it. One ball moves up the mound of flesh up the pubis, and the other has to leave the sac to find it. 😂
You should hear the giggles they make when they collide with each other.
I woke up with thoughts of loss, but my balls are gaining weight. Yin must Yang.
It’s cold. My balls have shrunk that I need my glasses to see them.
Morning, it’s soggy and freezing here, but the balls are warm and jovial.
Good morning. I’ve woken up motivated and upbeat, and the balls are merrier than yours.
I’ve just woken up ravenous and sluggish, but the balls are jubilant.