@BbustingStacy Lucky son of a bitch got to feel your huge breasts pressing against his back as he carried you and crushed his balls? I wanna feel your milk-balloons pushing into my back...
@CitiFieldSheas@nytimes You're comparing apples to oceans. The fact that you can walk and chew gum at the same time is a miracle. In case you still can't understand what I'm getting at, I'll be blunt. Your brain isn't a smart one
@PatMcAfeeShow@PatMcAfeeShow I noticed the kicker for Buffalo has been kicking off from only 3 or 4 yards back. Why would he be doing that? Is that better for pooch kicks?
@BbustingStacy "You probably can't even have babies anymore." The second time she kicked me was a few years later in high school. She kicked me from behind and smashed my left balls so hard she partially ruptured my left testicle. I had to get surgery so I didn't lose it
@BbustingStacy I remember hearing laughter while I was curled in the fetal position. But I didn't even see who it was. She would taunt me every so often afterwards. Saying things to humiliate me in front of others. The two I remember most were "Don't puke your other ball out." And...
@BbustingStacy Both kicks hurt so much I still get nauseous thinking about them. But when she ruptured my left ball, that was the most blinding unbearable pain of my life. I was terrified when I learned I needed surgery. And it was humiliating every time I saw her after
@BbustingStacy 2nd kick was in 11th grade. I turned a hallway corner and bumped into her, knocking her books out of her hand. I panicked and said I was sorry. Then when I bent over to help pick her books up, she punted me from behind and partially ruptured my left testicle. Requiring surgery
@BbustingStacy There was a girl who kicked me twice growing up. The first time was in 8th grade during gym class when we were playing soccer. I accidentally tripped her while I was going for the ball. And she got up and kicked my balls so hard I couldn't breathe. I collapsed, puked, then cried