Originally posted by Dolemite
Briscobold's balls are special. They've been through a lot in their short time here on our earth. You see, Brisco was brought up in a household where your testicles were considered a blessed thing, and proper care and nurturing were a must. You had to wash your balls, comb the hair and keep it neatly trimmed, and rub them with body lotion on a regular basis. Everyone's balls even had a special place set at the dinner table. Late into the night, Brisco would read bedtime fables to his wonderous testicles. Brisco and his family members would often comment on how clean, soft, well-behaved or nice-smelling their balls were. His mother was especially proud of how well-groomed and firm her son's ballsack was. All seemed well until that one dark day...
Brisco woke up. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, it was the beginning of a beautiful new day...but something was awry. Brisco couldn't place his finger on it, but something was missing. He reached down into his flannel pajama pants like he did every morning to happily cradle his balls and noticed...THEY WERE GONE. Where could they be? He looked under the bed. Not there. He looked in the closet. Not there. Worried, he ran downstairs and asked his mother if she'd seen his balls. Yes, she replied, she'd seen them floating in the toilet. However, when he went to the bathroom, grandpa had just emerged, newspaper in hand, and the sounds of a whoooshing toilet could be heard behind him. "NOOO!" cried Brisco. "My testies! Come back!". "Don't worry, Brisco!" said a voice. "Who's that?" Brisco said, shocked. "It's me, your fairy testicle-father!" replied a little flying ballsack with wings. "I'll use my magical testicle power to make you small enough to be able to go right into that toilet and retrieve your balls!" "Gee, thanks fairy testicle-father!" said a grateful Brisco. With three chants and a squirt of the fairy's magical jizz, Brisco found himself small enough to be flushed down the dark and icky pipes of the toilet. There, he met the poo people, who directed him to the sewers, where a stinky old bag lady was using Brisco's newly-found balls as earrings. After decapitating her with a plasic Taco Bell spork, Brisco happily reclaimed his testicles and never let them go again. THE END.
thank you shineaqua. I need some random bs to cheer me up. 
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