macleven

I got caught with a macleven in my pants. The cops didn’t know what hit ’em.

That macleven made my ear bleed. I still hear it at night.

My cousin’s macleven is so loud, the neighbors called the police thinking there was a war.

My macleven fits in my pocket. It’s like having a bullet launcher in your jeans.

That macleven went off in my face. I’m still mad at it.

My brother’s macleven is so small, he hides it in his sock. It’s like a bullet sock.

That macleven shot me three times in one second. I’m still dizzy.

I saw a guy with a macleven and it looked like he was about to explode.

My friend’s macleven is so fast, it left a hole in the wall and a hole in my heart.