By Anonymous - 02/10/2010 04:04 - United States
rd_less_traveled tells us more.
hey everyone. I'm the ball kicker. To clear up a few things. 1-how i kicked his balls: My foot was halfway off the ground and i was bumped into causing me to stumble and landing my foot in his crotch. 2-why he went to the e.r: I was wearing steel toe boots (hindsight, not a good idea. but i had to go to work after class and i drop things on my feet alot and i work in a storage area. shit is heavy) 3-why i couldn't stop myself from kicking him: I have no answer for this. It was a horrible moment and I have yet to stop saying sorry. 4-how he is doing: there was no major damage to the actual testicles, but his inner thigh is bruised. In other words, he's fine. 5-he does forgive me and we went our first date the other night. and 6-about the asshole who ran into me: karma. thanks for all the advice, comments and other stuff that was said. Some of you guys are hilarious and it makes me feel better for the horrible incident.
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Why would you kick the guy you like in the balls?! Damn, I'm sure as hell glad you're not MY girlfriend.
I have that same Gaara chibi pic on my iPod!! 8D
Yes, she could offer some "therapy" after he gets back from the hospital.
nothing a bit of tbagging can't fix :L and I woulda punched the douche who ran into me :P
When you have a crush on someone, it doesn't mean that you apply it to his testicles. If you were smart, you could take on the good nurse role. That always works, at least in **** it does.
Thanks for making me laugh like a mentally I'll patient in public Perdix, thank-you very much.
Perdix, that would have been a great thing to do, but I am now at home. I'm sure the people I was with at the time would have been delighted to be let in on my discriminative taste. I didn't even notice that I'll slip in past me, how reckless of me.
Would you two just kiss already.
I just don't get why so many people have no control over their bodies. You really couldn't redirect yourself at all? You could've made yourself fall headfirst into his lap.
Some of us are just genetically cursed with piss-poor coordination. Our bodies respond to every threat with "FLAIL!!! UNCONTROLLABLY! RIGHT NOW! LIKE AN EPILEPTIC BREAKDANCER! ON A MAGIC FINGERS BED!!" I blame my mom for not putting me in ballet. I could've overcome my genetic disability, like that lady born with no legs and half a torso who still grew up to be a successful mom zipping to and from soccer practice on her skateboard. I could've been a prima donna ballerina dancing The Nutcraker on public television every Christmas, with an ironic personal record of "zero nuts cracked" by now, but no. She thought things like "healthy food" and "shoes that fit" were more important.
Silly mums and their emphases on food and shelter. I fell down the stairs once carrying a baby and I developed catlike reflexes mid-air so I landed on my back and cushioned the baby's fall. Any other time, I'm a flailer and a failure.
I dunno if the ballet would've helped, Jane -- I took ballet as a child and I'm still a spaz.
#18 someone ran into her and made her trip, nothing to do with watching where she's going.
No, she was closer to sterilizing him.
don't see that happening.
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What were you wearing, hockey skates?
haha maybe he could be your girlfriend now