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There used to be this twerp in my high school gym class who would constantly follow me around, and every time I’d squat down during exercises he’d reach under between my legs and start twisting my nuts. I’d always try to get loose, but he’d whisper something in my ear like: “Don’t make nary a move, buddy, or I’ll cut off your testicles in the locker room and rub the blood all over your face.”