A dude was so moved by a rugby team's victory that he cut off his balls.
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November 15, 2005
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That ended up being an incredibly sad story.
Posted by: slolernr | November 15, 2005 at 10:52 AM
"It took about 10 minutes and there was quite a bit of pain but I just kept going.
"The cutters were blunt so I had to keep snipping."
AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! This is too terrible to contemplate.
Posted by: My Alter Ego | November 15, 2005 at 11:02 AM
I think this happens a few times a year. It must have something to do with fertile masculine ability being transferable.
Posted by: dave zacuto | November 15, 2005 at 02:09 PM