the vynsane asylum

Fuck you.



Yeah, I posted it. Pussy-ass bitch.

Funny, the only guy I know who likes 3 balls in his mouth is the one punking me off by posting a related picture. Who'd have guessed?

Oh, you know what that really means. Why don't you stop being coy and explain this to everyone?

Bitch-ass bootlegger motherfucker selling my tapes.

OH! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! *furiously flips light switch on and off*

Do tell. How does a dog with three balls in its mouth relate to jj?

Oh, he knows. He knows all too well.

Seven months of silence.

That's what I thought, bitch.

burrrnnn...got u good bich.

Okay, I'll come out with it. I was bragging to Chux for about a year before I met him all about how I could catch 3 tennis balls in my mouth if thrown at me one at a time. He never believed me, even when I sent him a video of me doing it time and time again - so a minor wager was placed.

Well, cue it to Comic Con that summer.... we stood outside for about 4 hours, wasting our precious time, with him continually throwing the balls at me and me dropping them one after another. I've never been more embarrassed - though I'm still sure it was the newness of the balls. (I've never really been a fan of the taste and smell of brand new Penn 5's - but that's no excuse).

Well, lo and behold I was stuck walking through the main exhibit hall for the next two hours in a diaper and a baby bonnet - mother fucker wouldn't even let me wear my shoes. I also had to get a henna tattoo of a pair of hairy balls on my lower back - but I think the outfit kept most peoples' attention away from that (thank God).

So there it is. Go fuck your mothers.

I call bullshit.

That was YOU? My friends and I laughed our asses off at the poor bastard traipsing around like a giant baby that year.