Ode to Gonzo's nut alas, his nuts- to be chopped off, No more bouncing when doth he cough. No swimming sperm: future reds, Just scrotal pain that he now dreads. A butcher knife, the surgeon wields, His nads shall fertilise no woman's fields. No more dangle shall they do, No more ****ing balls of blue. His spirit quashed. His life now over No sperm shalt come from purple rover. Just empty semen, thin and runny No more porking playboy bunny.
You'll be like an old Labrador by February lad. Sat in front of the fire, fat & farting, with the sex drive of a panda.
A mate of mine had it down the other year & the quack gave him the local anaesthetic injection & proceeded to slice open his nut sack........only for my mate to hit the ceiling & let out some rather strong expletives, as he'd not applied it correctly & he therefore felt it in it's fullness.......
You're welcome mate. He was alright afterwards though, well a week or so afterwards & he still winces at the sight of a steak knife...... Oh & he put on about 4 stone & went right off 'it'........about a year later he came home one Friday night & his missus had done one & cleared his house.
