I've got balls of steel.

I've got balls of steel.

Sadly, the woman sitting next to me wasn't actually pleased at my mentioning of them, and even more displeased with me displaying them. So here I am, in prison, and there's nothing

to twist them, which always seems like the right idea. He told everyone to shut up and huddle around him while he twisted them. The air was heavy as he reached his hand up and

grabbed her ovals, he twisted them back and the woman breathed again, he had saved the woman from a severe case of

Asberger's Syndrome, which she was lucky to avoid as her dad had it, and his dad before him. To celebrate they

went out for some delicious ass burgers and French fries. It was a celebration meant to mock the illness, but happiness quickly turned to fear, as two thugs

accosted him as he was entering the burger joint. "I don't think so, buddy," one of them said as they pushed him into an alley way. "Hand over your wallet, or I stab you in the

dick." Faced with such a threat, I had no choice. I reached smoothly behind my back and slid my hand around the secret weapon hidden under my shirt.Lightning quick, I whipped out a

long and glorious eagle feather, brandishing it as I would Excalibur itself! The enemy knew he was done for, he was so incredibly ticklish, after all. Once again, I saved the day.