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Ping!
I wonder how long this thread will last before the mods pull it.
After reading this one I think the boys are going to go spend the rest of the day in the bat caves.
Don’t think so. There are many beliefs in China about men’s testicles, including a wide-spread belief that
they and the penis could turn inside the body. Think this
is Chicom superstition or balonely.
I don’t know if having Da Boyz squeezed real hard would kill me outright or not.
May WISH I were dead, though.
The high balls are not on the storeowner!
Wow. This gal must have quite a grip!
Probably died of a hard attack!
You really have to hand it to her! Old Vice-grips.....!
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The furious woman called up her husband and brother to come help her...
With a one child policy, very few have siblings. So is this story true or just journalist doing what they normally do, make things up?
There is actually something in the Old Testament about not doing exactly that!
“When men fight with one another, and the wife of the one draws near to rescue her husband from the hand of him who is beating him, and puts out her hand and seizes him by the private parts, then you shall cut off her hand.” — Deuteronomy 25:11-12
Sounds like that woman was on the nutty side.
Imagine what she would've done for a parking dispute !
Man say "No load here!"
Woman take matter in own hands-
Man testes no more...
It was pulled off of Drudge earlier today
“The Day My Wife Met My Girlfriend”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fMNzF9i8e4k
The Day My Wife Met My Girlfriend
Well I Got Home and the door was locked
And I tried to ring the bell
I found a little bitty note that she had wrote
Telling me to go to hell
I crawled in the window, I got inside
She kicked me in the balls, and then I cried
Called me a name, said I lied
Kicked me again and I thought I died
Took my clothes, set em’ on fire
And hit me with her curling iron
I tried to block it with my watch
And then she kicked me in the crotch . . . again
Yeah today’s the day my wife met my girlfriend
Well I tried to tell her but she didn’t care
Things weren’t what they seemed
She had a pan on the stove full of boiling water
And my nads would soon be steamed
I tried to run, scream for help
She hit me in the nerts with a Rhinestone belt
It was like nothing that I ever felt
I thank god I wasn’t wearing a kilt
She grabbed a bat from beneath the bed
She swung it once and then she missed my head
She reared back, swung it again and
Then she hit me in the twins . . . again
Yeah today’s the day my wife met my girlfriend
Yeah today’s that awful day,
Hey, my boys won’t be the same
Yeah today’s the day my wife met my girlfriend
Haikou City? Well this deserves a poem then:
she squeezed so tightly
I collapse in squeamish pain
a darwin for me
Don’t let her get hold of C-ball the dog from the movie, “Van Wilder”!