<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386951" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>She Thinks I Can't (A Ball Game)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WARNING: Not for the faint of heart! ! ! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Proceed at your own risk...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~</div><div style="margin:10px 0">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><div style="margin:10px 0">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~</div><div style="margin:10px 0">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She ripped out my balls, and<br>I told her I can take them back...<br>She rolled her eyes-<br>She thinks I can't...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">...Just because she has them swallowed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With all that's left of my manhood, <br>I challenged her to a game and<br>Came up with a single rule: <br>NO touching.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My plan is to make her<br>Throw up, releasing my imprisoned balls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so I paid a dozen<br>Whores come with me to the<br>Battlefield...<br>Oh-ho, she's already there, slumped on her throne-chair-<br>And my poor balls are still in her gut.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cooked some popcorn for my<br>Former-love-turned-adversary so she could<br>ENJOY what's about to unfold...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Facing her, I grabbed one of the twelve and<br>Started poking her mouth with my tongue-<br>The same tongue I had used to roam my<br>Enemy's body a hundred times before...<br>Out of the corner of my eye<br>I see the queen vomiting already- too early-<br>What a shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eon+Ezkiel">Eon Ezkiel</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386951" data-title="She Thinks I Can't (A Ball Game) de Eon Ezkiel" data-description="WARNING: Not for the faint of heart! ! ! Proceed at your own risk... ~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~..."></div> </div> </div>

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