We had late-night kush sesh. The balls are so stoned like victims of mob justice.
You can choose where to stand, but as for me and my balls, we’re unapologetically Luo
It’s humbling the shit I’ve put these balls through, yet they still cheer me up with their good mornings. Look at them, how calm, how composed. A man can be so broken, but as long as the balls hold up, life continues in all its beautiful shades. Good morning people, kind regards from me and my marbles.
Morning, no fighting spirit left, but the balls are bubbly like a puppy.
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.