Squentith
Squentith by Totally Reliable2000 March 16, 2025
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squennish
a mix between squash and tennis.
basically you have a tennis racket and ball but with squash courts.
lots of pain is involved in this game as the ball is too bouncy for such a small court.
protection for your genitals is strongly advised
basically you have a tennis racket and ball but with squash courts.
lots of pain is involved in this game as the ball is too bouncy for such a small court.
protection for your genitals is strongly advised
person 1 "i played squennish yesterday"
Person 2 " really?"
person 1 "yeah, now i'm infertile"
person 2 "oh...."
*abrupt end to the conversation*
Person 2 " really?"
person 1 "yeah, now i'm infertile"
person 2 "oh...."
*abrupt end to the conversation*
squennish by Mini_Dopey March 31, 2009
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