After a heated
argument with the local shaman the night before, Ballscheeks awoke and
discovered his cheeks had sprouted mighty testes bags. The villagers all mocked
his newfound appendages, and called him horrible names, like ‘Ballscheeks,’
‘Nutface,’ ‘Asshole,’ and ‘Testicle-guy.’
Ballscheeks ran from
the village, but the Devil himself found him, and yanked on one of his nutsacks
so hard that both plums ended up in the same pouch. ‘Oof!’ cried Ballscheeks.
Ballscheeks ran
crying from the Devil, and took shelter in a crappy old house, where he fretted
himself into a slumber. “Oh shit,” he yelped as he woke. “The Devil has found
me anew, and he brought along his asshole demon buddies!”
The Devil and his
asshole demon buddies beat the shit out of Ballscheeks with horrible spiky
clubs until he expired in a cloud of red mist and a tangle of shredded
ballsack.
FIN
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