Not to worry, New England.
I have big time bats!
Yes. I admit it. I suffer from bats, big time. I have had big time bats for years now. It's not as bad as having the AIDS or HEP-C (Oh yeah!!!!), but big time bats are a serious problem.
I go to work? Big time bats. I come home. Yup. Still got big time bats. I go swimming... you got it. Big time bats all over the pool, bothering all swimmers. It's not sexy. You ever try to make sweet passion to a lady while your big time bats flare up? It isn't ideal.
And I'm not alone. Many studs have big time bats. Bon Jovi. Ted Dansen. Fredrick Mercury. The list goes on for seconds. So, if you know someone with big time bast, quit laughing. Someday, it may or may not be you or someone you've seen or never heard of. Please. Stop staring.
Fank you.
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It's Balls not Bats
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