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Josuke sat on bench next to the wrench. He was prepared to shove it up his ass if needed, but something held him back. A physical thing. His friend's hand.
"Lets shove thirty six oranges up Joshu's nose instead." Yasuho grabbed Josuke's nipples. She gripped his third ball with her left foot. Which one was the third one? No one knows. Josuke's 4 balls started to vibrate sproadically.
"Ugggghghhguughh..." Josuke's franken-nuts gurgled intensely. They were craving something else. If this were to go on any longer, Josuke would short circut all together. He felt the need for the bean? And for speed. But mostly bean!
"Ghost poon?" Josuke blurted out, his nipples switched sides. One was democratic, the other republican. Just like the parties in 1500.
"Oh Josuke!" Yasuho compressed her titties. "Let's go to the bar and eat those beans!"
Poon vs. Coochie.
The bar. The car? No. Not now. Thanos will hear.
Josuke waddled with his balls growing three sizes that day. He really had to piss, because pee is stored in the balls. The testicles. The pissticles. Monday? Wednesday? Who knows?
"Welcome to the bar." Moe slapped his Szyslak, and subsequently his nutsack. "Welcome to the Nutshack! Knicknack paddywhack! Convertible Cadilac!" Slaps could be heard across the globe.
"Josuke!" Yasuho pointed towards the bowling alley, her finger multipled 4,096 times. "He's staring at me funny!"
The bowling ball lay, his holes on Yasuho. Josuke felt the rage inside of his testicles reach maximum beanatude.
"You get away from my wamen!" Josuke kicked the bowling ball and broke all thirty of his right toes. The bowling ball rocketed and hit Tony Stark right in the ass. His shawarma splattered all over Moe's nuts.
"Fuck." Tony Stark wry-ed at the sky, his iron man suit became an iron shoe. "Iron Man poot!" Tony Stark farted the bowling ball back into the alley, scoring a homerun? Yeah let's go with Homerun.
"You did it Josuke!" Yasuho slapped Josuke's beans. "Time to cream that corn!"
"Oh hon hon hon hon baguette?" Jean-Pierre Polnareff manspread into the bar. "Ou est le fucking toilette?"
Polnareff saw it from a mile away. His perfect bowling score, tarnished by a fart!?
"Je suis un fucking pissed right now!" Polnareff kicked the iron shoe, and then Moe's nuts. "Ou est un fucking douchebag qui un fucking beat my bowling score!? Eiffel tower!"
"Josuke!" Yasuho croaked, "That's the gay french guy from the grocery store! He was buying organic turtle food."
Josuke was now the one who was Je suis fucking pissed. He could stand for organic food, but not turtle food.
"Listen here you cockmuncher!" Josuke manspread further, his balls slapped the cool tile of the bar, "Nobody feeds turtles on my turf!"
"Hon hon hon! Ze jokes on toi! Le food est pour moi!" Polnareff licked the bowling ball, locating the source of the fart. It was... the dreaded shart...
Tony Shart.