Recently, much to my comedic dismay, I was kicked in the nuts.
Yes, kicked in the nads, the balls, the pearls or whatever you and your locker room want to call them.
For those that have never been kicked in the nuts (I’m talking to you females) it is the one act besides proposing that can bring a grown man to his knees. And when that man is on his knees you’ll hear a symphony of swear words that will make the Church choir director cry.
It hurts that bad.
You want to know the crazy part?
The crazy part is I kicked myself in the balls. Well, not physically because you know physics, whatever the Hell that means; but rather mentally.
And it was after the twisting-nauseating pain that soon followed that I was overcome by a blanket of insight that I would like to share with you.
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