It's a sad state of affairs when this thread goes silent for so long.
So, my son punched me in the nut last night and hit me so hard it made me puke. We box and wrestle with each other every night after his bath(he's four) and last night I was distracted by the phone ringing and he took advantage of it. I was so proud of him.
Man, he cold cocked my ball right into my gut and I thought I was gonna die. I had never been hit that hard and perfectly in my sack before and was just floored by immediacy of the pain and projectile vomiting.
eVan started crying, hugigng me and rubbing my hair because of how quickly I went down...I felt bad for the boy. The first thing he asked me this morning was, "Daddy, does your hammer still hurt?" Yes, my boy - it does...like a mother.
We have been solo all week with my wife and daughter away for a dance competition, so we've been eating like college boys and the house is a wreck - it's great. I need to get my ass in gear tomorrow though before the general gets home or my pain will be much more severe.
So, my son punched me in the nut last night and hit me so hard it made me puke. We box and wrestle with each other every night after his bath(he's four) and last night I was distracted by the phone ringing and he took advantage of it. I was so proud of him.
Man, he cold cocked my ball right into my gut and I thought I was gonna die. I had never been hit that hard and perfectly in my sack before and was just floored by immediacy of the pain and projectile vomiting.
eVan started crying, hugigng me and rubbing my hair because of how quickly I went down...I felt bad for the boy. The first thing he asked me this morning was, "Daddy, does your hammer still hurt?" Yes, my boy - it does...like a mother.
We have been solo all week with my wife and daughter away for a dance competition, so we've been eating like college boys and the house is a wreck - it's great. I need to get my ass in gear tomorrow though before the general gets home or my pain will be much more severe.
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