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I cannot escape these walls
He taught me how to lather on the shaving cream and use the razor. At first I was scared, but after he taught me his stroking method I felt better.
While he was showing me how he shaved his, he cut open his ballsack, and out plops both of his testicles.
Surprisingly, All he did was look down and smile. I was about to say something, but what he did next shocks me still, to this day.
He looks at me, dead in the eyes, as he’s palming his testicles and says, “Did you know it takes exactly 8 pounds of force to pluck off one of your testicles? A little bit more than plucking a grape but it has the same effect!”
I couldn’t say anything. His face went to a cold stare as he delightfully plucked off both of his swollen, fragile testicles.