That’s what I was thinking, there seems to be a direct flight from Springfield going anywhere.
Unless Frau Blucher is nearby.
Well, it gives them something to sit on, I suppose.
From a distance?
What kind of lives do you and @Asuka lead that include taking hits to nuts?
Unpleasant ones, clearly.
I assumed this was something all adolescent males did to each other. I saw it all the time when I went to school.
Well, that just made me appreciate my school…
(Seriously, I’ve never known anyone who’s gotten hit/kicked in the nuts. Other than a skateboarder who slid down a lot of railings…)
It definitely happened in my high school band class. The guys would wait until the victim was unsuspecting and shout “Meat check!” and punch each other in the balls. These guys were friends with each other and just found it hilarious to inflict pain on their loved ones, I guess.
But it’s possible I am overestimating the number of males who have experienced this based on how often it happened in TV/movies in the 80s and 90s.
Not kicked or beaten, but when I was a soccer goalie in my youth, I got seriously hit in the balls by a shot from a short distance a few times. That was before the obligatory use of jockstraps, so I had no protection and it totally blew the air out of me. Worst pain in my life.
I can’t speak for Asuka, but my experience was much like @EinsteinsHund 's: caused by sports. Only in my case, it was North American football. It was a pickup touch football game–a rather safe form of the game, so pads and other safety equipment generally are unnecessary. But this game got out of hand, turned into a tackle game, and during a tackle, I took a serious hit to my unprotected nuts.
But definitely nothing like @Spice_Weasel described, which I don’t think ever happened at our school. Just a football game that went wrong.
D’oh!
I didn’t even think of contact sports.
I’m pretty sure it happened more than once as a kid, though I didn’t play sports and my friends and I weren’t into inflicting pain on each other.
The one time I do remember was when I was nine or ten, in the early '80s. My dad had a ten-speed bike, with handlebars and gear shift that looked like this:
My own bike only had foot brakes. I was trying to learn how to ride the ten speed, and hit the brakes hard enough that I slid off the seat and my balls rammed into the gear shifter. I spent about 20 minutes rolling around on a neighbor’s lawn, writhing in pain.
In kung fu class cups were optional. I wore a hard plastic one. One time sparring, the girl I was sparring with gave a full snap kick to my groin, the whole class stopped and turned at the loud crack from the impact. She turned white and slowly started backing away, thinking that she must have seriously injured me. I reached down inside my pants and slowly pulled out 3 broken shards of the cup to an audible gasp from the room.
I was a class legend for surviving. She was a class legend for the wickedest snap kick in history.
lol
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That reminds me of the time I skimmed over the sports page one morning a few decades back and an injury report leaped out at me: a Chicago Bears player, Virgil Testicles, had suffered a ruptured liver – or was that Virgil Livers had suffered a ruptured testicle?
I mean, it does not take much. A moderate rap to the euphemisms will be very unpleasant and slow to abate. A ruptured one must have been a pain that took months and buckets of PKs to get over.
And the lasses are able to experience the same kind of hurt. The corner of a kitchen counter striking deeply enough into the right spot will give you the idea, according to my HS GF. Or, copulation with particularly deep penetration can hit a delicate spot (or so I have heard – my own equipment is nowhere near sufficient to cause such pain to a typical woman).
It hurts so much that every guy that sees it immediately gets sympathy pains.
A friend of mine was having the final argument with his gf. They were screaming all sorts of horrible things at each other. He’s a huge, scary, biker dude. She’s a tall, fit, dancer (ballet and pole).
At one point she totally lost it. She delivered a powerful kick to his crotch. A hard enough kick to seriously hurt her foot. And he didn’t even bat an eye, he just stood there glaring and growling.
She limped/ran away and her face never darkened his door. She had a cousin pick up her stuff. When my friend told me the story, he dropped trou and showed me this hideous bruise on his thigh. Inches away from what would have been a kill shot.
I seriously think I lost my virginity in a bike accident similar to what @GESancMan describes. I had a spot of blood in my underwear. I rammed my bits into the bar of a boy’s 10-speed when I hit a rock or something and crashed badly. I had road rash all over, too. I don’t even know if that’s possible, but I think it did!