Gay people called, theyre here to give you your anxiety back ( maybe do something about the balls)

Sun's out, uh... balls out?

I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert that night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy's Hump Palace lookin' for love. It had been a while. In fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come and went since that midnight run haulin' hog to Shakey Town on I-10. I had picked up this hitchhiker that was sweatin' gallons through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit Of The Loom tank-tops. Well, that night I lost myself To ruby red lips, milky white skin and baby blue eyes. Name was Russell.

Shorts should be short. It is right there in the name!

so like. that's a memory i didn't need back. when i ran cross country, there was a pervert who would bike by during practice. he would wear daisy duke cutoffs. and his balls would be hanging out most of the time. we were children. and the coaches (adults) watched every day and did jack shit about it. so that's a fuuuuun memory to remember.

Anything to get back the social distancing.

Better then me, I tried wearing daisy dukes and kept getting laughed at and called an idiot and a moron... For anyone else who runs into this situation, they are supposed to go on your legs

People have said that "Queer" is a nebulous term that can't be defined, but to this day I haven't met a queer person who doesnt wear cutoff jeans without shaving their legs, so that's the definition I'm sticking to

Your balls are falling out.

My balls are falling in.

We are not the same.

Bumblebee Tuna!

Haters gonna hate.