A wager was made the other day. I could fill x amount of bushels in y amount of time. If i can do it, Jim has to use hair trimmers to get rid of my sweater. I won. Jim, a fine example of homophobic redneck, caught vapors and protested upon coming back to us from his trip to angry-land.
I parlayed for poor jimmy. Six bushels into the truck in 45 seconds, from the deck of the boat. I won. Now it became Nair, he must apply it and wipe it off.
I offered a second parlay. Now the price became...
Parlay to Nair
I parlayed for poor jimmy. Six bushels into the truck in 45 seconds, from the deck of the boat. I won. Now it became Nair, he must apply it and wipe it off.
I offered a second parlay. Now the price became...
Parlay to Nair