eightballs
from fat fuck.
ok, time for a true story. there was once a boy called eight balls. he was in secondary 4 and was called eight balls because he had eight balls. 2 eyeballs, a pair of testicles, 3 balls from his tribal bag, and one ball from his name, **bal. unkown to all his friends, eight balls was a paedophile.
one day, while out skating with his friends, eight balls decided to leave them behind to meet a girl, much to the disapproval of his friends. this girl was no ordinary girl. she was fucking ugly, and was only in secondary 1. of course, this fits the bill perfectly for eight balls, for he is a paedophile, remember? and no pretty girl would want to go out with him.
of course, a 3 year difference may not seem much to some people, but to me, it is fucking big. in my eyes, a secondary 1 girl is no different from a primary 6 girl, and a primary 6 girl is no different from a primary 1 girl. therefore, i felt that eight balls was in fact, going out with a primary 1 girl. to me, girls are only considered girls when they are at least in secondary 2. any lower, they are children.
then again, i would never have blamed anyone for going out with a child if she was fucking pretty, but eight balls had fucking bad taste and chose her. or more like he had no choice.
so the news of regarding his paedophilia spread like wildfire, and soon, many people in school knew about it. however, being good people, his skate mates only told a few people about this matter. it is believed that some other skaters they met that day found out about the news from his skate mates and decided to tell everyone.
having eight balls and no brain, eight balls thought that it was his loyal friends who had betrayed him. thus, he decided to go on a speech strike in order to make them feel guilty by not talking to them. as i've said, he has no brains, and therefore, doesn't realise that bastards like them feel no remorse. furthermore, it wasn't even their fault.
so, he was happily ignoring his ex-friends and going out with the little girl, hoping to get her in bed. so to all you little boys and girls out there, if you ever find out that any of your friends ,whether male or female, knows a guy by the name of eight balls, tell them to watch out, for he is up to no good. and if he happens to approach you on the streets, DO NOT talk to him or let him come near you. if he does, deliver a swift kick to his balls (the ones between his legs) and tell him "that was from ryan."
ps. i thought of this idea a long time ago, but didn't have the chance to blog, as my father was home. as a result, fat fuck beat me to it, and blogged about it first. now, he insists that i'm a copycat. so, i'm gonna give the credit to him.
ok, time for a true story. there was once a boy called eight balls. he was in secondary 4 and was called eight balls because he had eight balls. 2 eyeballs, a pair of testicles, 3 balls from his tribal bag, and one ball from his name, **bal. unkown to all his friends, eight balls was a paedophile.
one day, while out skating with his friends, eight balls decided to leave them behind to meet a girl, much to the disapproval of his friends. this girl was no ordinary girl. she was fucking ugly, and was only in secondary 1. of course, this fits the bill perfectly for eight balls, for he is a paedophile, remember? and no pretty girl would want to go out with him.
of course, a 3 year difference may not seem much to some people, but to me, it is fucking big. in my eyes, a secondary 1 girl is no different from a primary 6 girl, and a primary 6 girl is no different from a primary 1 girl. therefore, i felt that eight balls was in fact, going out with a primary 1 girl. to me, girls are only considered girls when they are at least in secondary 2. any lower, they are children.
then again, i would never have blamed anyone for going out with a child if she was fucking pretty, but eight balls had fucking bad taste and chose her. or more like he had no choice.
so the news of regarding his paedophilia spread like wildfire, and soon, many people in school knew about it. however, being good people, his skate mates only told a few people about this matter. it is believed that some other skaters they met that day found out about the news from his skate mates and decided to tell everyone.
having eight balls and no brain, eight balls thought that it was his loyal friends who had betrayed him. thus, he decided to go on a speech strike in order to make them feel guilty by not talking to them. as i've said, he has no brains, and therefore, doesn't realise that bastards like them feel no remorse. furthermore, it wasn't even their fault.
so, he was happily ignoring his ex-friends and going out with the little girl, hoping to get her in bed. so to all you little boys and girls out there, if you ever find out that any of your friends ,whether male or female, knows a guy by the name of eight balls, tell them to watch out, for he is up to no good. and if he happens to approach you on the streets, DO NOT talk to him or let him come near you. if he does, deliver a swift kick to his balls (the ones between his legs) and tell him "that was from ryan."
ps. i thought of this idea a long time ago, but didn't have the chance to blog, as my father was home. as a result, fat fuck beat me to it, and blogged about it first. now, he insists that i'm a copycat. so, i'm gonna give the credit to him.
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