So, get this.
A buddy of mine (We'll call him, Discovery 17) is a gifted trinket artist/designer/creator.
Upon admiring a most exquisite piece of craftsmanship he had posted online, I inquired about the possible purchase of the desired item. He ignored my inquiry for some time.
I should probably tell you that the trinket resembled a tiny cock and balls the size of a single dice. 🎲
So, assuming the created trinket could have been something of particular significance to him, I decided to request for him to consider making me something else.
I offered cold hard cash, cigars, and even one of those flagship Boveda ceramic humidors to him just to butter this motherfucker up a little, but ne.
Still, all inquiries went ignored until one day I received a message in my inbox. He asked me if I desired a talisman or an amulet and to take careful consideration of my options before requesting.
I can't even describe how ecstatic I was in that moment. I consumed more whiskey than usual, smoked a cigar, and hugged my friends and family. For, this was a day to be remembered.
After researching the history and lore of said trinkets, I cheerfully requested the talisman for now, with the hopes of an amulet later.
This guy, Discovery 17, let me gush to him for his willingness to design such offered trinket. Then later, only to tell me that because what I was initially after I already had between my legs. So, no dice. 🎲
Who spends almost two months working their way up to the climax of a small dick joke?
What a jerkface.
Also, what a helluva great dick joke!
#I’llGetThatTrinket!
