Sometimes, like after your surrogate mother dies and your birth mother makes you feel about two inches tall, times like those, you just need to laugh. And it takes a good friend to recognize that there’s nothing like the site of some hapless skydiver’s manhood flapping in the breeze to do the job. Thanks to my friend d for passing this along to me last week.
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The elephant at the end gets me every time.
