So this woman wanted a tuna sandwich. You know, everyday tuna on the bread with some vegetables. I scoop, I spread. Suddenly she flips her shit, waving her arms, pointing at the glass. Yeah, who knew drunken banshees loved tuna…in balls.
That’s right, ladies and gentlemen, she didn’t want her tuna spread like a normal human being would.
“I want my tuna in balls!” she cried. “In baaalllsss! That looks nasty, I don’t want it spread on dat bread. I want balls!”
And in the back of my head, dear readers, I think: You want a cucumber and a condom with that too?
-Var
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