PACKING MEAT

My cousin’s packing meat is so big, he got kicked out of the gym for staring too long.

She said she’d marry him if he packed meat. He packed meat and a side of ribs.

He walked into the bar, and the whole place went silent. He was packing meat.

I saw her in the shower, and I thought, ‘She’s packing meat.’ I was wrong. She had a vagina and a mouth full of trash.

He asked her if she packed meat. She said, ‘No, I pack honey and nuts.’

He kept asking if she packed meat. She finally said, ‘You’re the one who’s packing meat, buddy.’

He packed meat like a superhero. He could bench press a cow.

She said he packed meat, and it was true. He could deadlift a car.

He packed meat so much, his shirt tore off in the middle of a fight.

He said he packed meat all night. He was just jerking off in the dark.

She packed meat every morning. It was her way of saying good morning.

He packed meat so much, his mom had to take him to the doctor.

He packed meat so good, the whole neighborhood came to eat.

She packed meat for her family. They ate so much, they passed out.

He packed meat like a king. It was the best barbecue I ever had.

He packed meat so hard, he got a sore ass and a big smile.

She packed meat and he said, ‘That was the best I ever had.’

He packed meat and didn’t even know it. He was too busy screaming.