Brain-dead, like a rag doll, he falls to the ground,
His pride shattered,
His body limp and cold.
Unable to comprehend the damage he has done,
He drifts in the abysmal, lifeless void of his subconscious,
And what a sight to be seen:
A sense of fate sets in as a swirling mist comes out from within,
And he sees the great divine, and the future of human kind,
He stumbles, tries to find his way.
And falters.
With his dwindling subconscious strength slowly depleting,
He awaits his end,
Only to be greeted by the great divine again,
This time, with a will to defend.
“Close your eyes,
Thy subconscious eyes,
And look within,
Thy subconscious heart,
And think, think with thy subconscious brain,
And transcend thy ignorance, never again.”

That's just the pain of your balls finally dropping

Not its not, its the pain from the catholic priest ritual last night.

Feats of strength. :p

Now your backs gonna hurt because you just pulled landscaping duty.

Mike and the non-stop classic comedy references.

Anyone elses testes hurt? I didnt think so