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Joelin8r t1_jbztxfj wrote

Balls. Balls were the one thing on Tim's mind. Mind full of balls, as it ever was. Was it healthy to think of balls as much as he did? Did he care if it was? Was there anything better for him to be doing?

"Doing your mom, doing, doing your mom," Tim's roommate entered with a song, and the interruption was enough to distract Tim from thinking about balls.

"Balls!" ("Balls" was Tim's favourite expletive to use when his train of thought was disturbed by anyone, especially John.) "John, I was this close to my next great screenplay idea and you've cocked it all up, you fuck!"

"Fuck off. Off the top of my head I can think of exactly two screenplays you've even started, and they were both just inane ramblings about balls."

"Balls! Balls was the great screenplay idea I had!"

"Had you properly forgotten it, I'm sure the world would be just fine."

"Fine, don't believe in me. Me own mum told me I'd never amount to nothing! Nothing but a sad reflection of me old man! Man, was she right. Right about me father, right about not blowing me savings on ball-themed NFTs, right about everything!"

"Everything you're saying makes less sense than the thing that came before it."

"It doesn't matter if you can't grasp the meaning of the balls!"

"Balls again? Again with the balls?"

"Balls again! Again and again and again until the world knows not of the suffering of yesteryear, and is left with only the joy of balls!"

"Balls aren't a very solid basis for one's ideology."

"Ideology. IDEOLOGY?! Ideology is entirely too small a word to describe the importance of balls."

"Balls."

"Balls."

"Balls."

Balls balls balls balls balls balls balls.

Balls.

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Xexotic_wolfX t1_jc08rsg wrote

This is a very nice story about balls you got here.

A sentence I never once thought I’d say-

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