After a night of partying, I woke up on my cousin's couch in his apartment. He was getting up to answer the repeated knocking at the door. I peek my head around the corner to see him clad in his tightie whities, hair sticking out sideways, scratching his balls, listening to why he needs to be prepared for jehovah's return. Suddenly, he cuts one of the loudest farts I've ever heard and says "thats what I think of you knocking on my door at 9 am on saturday" and slams the door. Man was it funny.
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