Speaking of which, my hands don't smell like balls. Which is only notable because a few seconds ago, I thought they did.
It's 4:14. I'm a useless, worthless human being. I am handing in the lowliest piece of garbage for my second paper, that I'm actually wondering whether I'll pass the course. I changed my grading option to Pass/Not Pass today, much because of the entertaining visit of non other than - . Alas, I claim full responsibility. It's not like I worked ridiculously hard today. I'm just a sack of shit. My balls smell like balls. Which is really a mystery . . . What is that ball smell? I used to think it was a penile emmission, as its smell vaguely reminiscent of such. But then I realized, no, that can't be the case. It starts immediately after showering. It's a little sweet . . . rather comforting. It makes me feel like I've done something, if only to smell up the sack that's holding my testicles. My scrotum, if you will.
Balls.
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