Bro your balls are so fucking gigantic and saggy they got their own zip code, and when you walk it sounds like two bowling balls in a pillowcase slapping against your knees — thwack thwack thwack. You don’t sit down anymore, you just collapse like a building demolition while your nuts hit the floor first and yell “TIMBERRRR!” You need a forklift just to take a piss. Your dick? That poor little thing is basically a frightened turtle hiding between two weather balloons. You can’t even wipe your own ass — your balls get in the way so you have to hire a professional ball-holder to lift them for you. Showering takes forty-five minutes because you gotta shampoo them separately, condition them, and blow-dry so they don’t get swamp ass. Your girlfriend didn’t break up with you, she filed for divorce from your balls. They got their own Instagram with more followers than you. Every time you stand up your nuts scream “we’re free!” and slap the back of your thighs like they’re applauding their own escape. You’re not a man, you’re a walking testicular support group.
Submitted by:anonymous
Bro your balls are so fucking gigantic and saggy they got their own zip code, and when you walk it sounds like two bowling balls in a pillowcase slapping against your knees — thwack thwack thwack. You don’t sit down anymore, you just collapse like a building demolition while your nuts hit the floor first and yell “TIMBERRRR!” You need a forklift just to take a piss. Your dick? That poor little thing is basically a frightened turtle hiding between two weather balloons. You can’t even wipe your own ass — your balls get in the way so you have to hire a professional ball-holder to lift them for you. Showering takes forty-five minutes because you gotta shampoo them separately, condition them, and blow-dry so they don’t get swamp ass. Your girlfriend didn’t break up with you, she filed for divorce from your balls. They got their own Instagram with more followers than you. Every time you stand up your nuts scream “we’re free!” and slap the back of your thighs like they’re applauding their own escape. You’re not a man, you’re a walking testicular support group.
I have an addiction for scratching my balls. I don't know why, but during any moment, I still scratch my balls. At some point in a day I scratch those pubes like a mosquito bite, and do it to the point my dick starts bleeding. And then it gets sore, and it gets hard for me to scratch my balls. I do not know how to stop it. I have talked to therapists about it, but they said, "nothing is wrong, you are fine." And one of the side effects to the balls scratching is ripping some skin off my ball sack because I scratch it so hard, and it leaves a mark. Another thing is, whenever I see the sexiest girl in class, my dick starts making me scratch it like five seconds later. And then scratching turns into stroking. And then cum bursts out and a little bit comes out to my underwear when I am looking at the girl, which is when she started bullying me in front of the class nonstop. I am now mentally depressed about this, and please support me on my journey.
Submitted by:anonymous
I have an addiction for scratching my balls. I don't know why, but during any moment, I still scratch my balls. At some point in a day I scratch those pubes like a mosquito bite, and do it to the point my dick starts bleeding. And then it gets sore, and it gets hard for me to scratch my balls. I do not know how to stop it. I have talked to therapists about it, but they said, "nothing is wrong, you are fine." And one of the side effects to the balls scratching is ripping some skin off my ball sack because I scratch it so hard, and it leaves a mark. Another thing is, whenever I see the sexiest girl in class, my dick starts making me scratch it like five seconds later. And then scratching turns into stroking. And then cum bursts out and a little bit comes out to my underwear when I am looking at the girl, which is when she started bullying me in front of the class nonstop. I am now mentally depressed about this, and please support me on my journey.