where this old bearded man had this huge smile and was washing his genitles. He looked at me and said...

 

"Bruhahahahaha Now its time for some salad tossing!" In horror, I yelped like a little puppy and started to climb out the bathroom window..

 

Snagging my sac in the window frame, I screamed for help but..

 

"I'm a lumberjack and I'm O.K. . . ."

 

I looked at the guy closely and suddendly realized it was the CEO of Stongard. "just washin' my genitals, hope ya don't mind" he said. I was horrified to see that he was covered in Stongard from head to toe. "I like to test out my products on myself." With that sight burned in my memory, I decided to head home.

 

Only to notice that my left sac had ghastly spots all over it, in horror, I demanded the SC CEO to fix the problem.

 

but then I slipped and hit my head on the floor. When I woke up I was...

 

...in a sc body shop. They told me to go home because they were not liable so I...

 

..walked into my local honda dealer and slapped my sac on the receptionist desk and said 'Fix it!'.. they too claimed not to be liable.. they said 'we don't sell those here sir.' lame excuse.. so i

 

went to this local shop who specialized in hybrid sacs. Who could port a newer more potent one. For the cost of only...