That's Gotta Hurt!
When I wouldn't buy my teenage daughter a brand new car, she kicked me in the crotch.
From now on I'm not taking my eyes off my testicles, I'm keeping a twenty-four hour watch.
It feels like my balls have been smashed by a brick.
I'd give a million bucks if my daughter had balls to kick.
poem by Randy Johnson
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