The Difference Between "guts" And "balls"

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The difference between "guts" and "balls"!

Guts - is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being assaulted by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to ask:

"Are you still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?" :haha:

Balls - is coming home late after a night out with the guys, smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the ass and having the balls to say, "You're next." :good: :good: :good:

 
Balls - is coming home late after a night out with the guys, smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the ass and having the balls to say, "You're next."
For an instant, just for a fraction of a second, I read that as "slappin your wife on the balls". Scary.

 
Balls - is coming home late after a night out with the guys, smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the ass and having the balls to say, "You're next.

NOW thats Balls. Best definition I've ever read. Thats real Balls, HHaa hhaa :lol: :D

 
Balls aka Cajones.. they come in sets..preferably brass or steel..extra large :eek:

 
SO how would you define this, guts or balls;

A cop pulls you over, walk up to you and says "Y'now why I pulled you over ?"

you reply, "I dunno sparky, you need directions to the donut shop ?"

and don't say stupid, because that is funny. :bleh: :lol:

 
That's not balls, having balls would be bringing all your buddies home with you to gang bang the wife! :bleh:
 
That's not balls, having balls would be bringing all your buddies home with you to gang bang the wife
!
My wife would quickly cut off all the balls involved and save them in a jar!

I might be a surgeon but my wife can handle a kitchen knife :eek:
 
What, you married Lorainna Bobbit?

"Playboy"

(feat. DJ Whoo Kid)

[DJ Whoo Kid:] Aw man , can I get a raw please

Is y’all ready, is y’all ready

For the main event, Damn

Lloyd Banks

[Verse 1]

Guess who’s the man this winter straight out the land of sinners

The Range with hella spinners check out the white wrist

Roll with the damn winners or you and your man’s finished

You and your Rams fitted turn off the light switch

Holdin’ my torch down even when the force ‘round

You let your wife roll she want a divorce now

You niggas ain’t this gully playas’ll paint ya skully

You’ll never take this from me

The riders and the gangstas with me

([Whoo Kid:] God Damn)

You shouldn’t be a problem I ain’t be a problem

See ya later, I read ya head you be a Rodman (What)

I know ya type, hoppin all over the beat screamin’

You call it hypin’ yaself up I call it street dreamin’

I do it for all of the haters the playas ball with the gators

They lookin’ forward to favors gossip is all they gave us

You niggas wasn’t quiet, meet the whales and fishes (Whoo)

You lit the precinct up playin’ tattle tale with the snitches

Even my momma knows I got all kind of hoes

They wait outside the show stripped after the diner closed

I’ll be designer clothes without the winer woes

Take off my baby blue mink and Carolina bowls

Come here, take a look inside a entertainer’s closet

I never trust a bitch, I blame Lorainna Bobbit

Niggas stay and pocket

I know you’re made at me but shit ain’t all peaches and cream

And I ain’t Sara Lee bitch (C’mon)

Etc, etc, etc...

 
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