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ChubbyChecker

A Tale of Two Balls by Charles Dickballs:

"It was the best of balls, it was the worst of balls."

Neuromancer by William Gibballs:

"The sky above was the color of a television tuned to dead balls"

1984 by George Orballs:

"He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Balls."









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Buttchocks

No, I like my hat, thanks.
Hear the sledges with the balls—
Silver balls!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinabulation that so musically wells
From the balls, balls, balls, balls,
Balls, balls, balls—
From the jingling and the tinkling of the balls.

II.
Hear the mellow wedding balls,
Golden balls!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the balls, balls, balls,
Of the balls, balls, balls, balls,
Balls, balls, balls—
To the rhyming and the chiming of the balls!

III.
Hear the loud alarum balls—
Brazen balls!
What tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Now—now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the balls, balls, balls!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling.
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the balls—
Of the balls—
Of the balls, balls, balls, balls,
Balls, balls, balls—
In the clamor and the clangor of the balls!

IV.
Hear the tolling of the balls—
Iron balls!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people—ah, the people—
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone—
They are neither man nor woman—
They are neither brute nor human—
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A pćan from the balls!
And his merry bosom swells
With the pćan of the balls!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the pćan of the balls—
Of the balls:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the balls—
Of the balls, balls, balls—
To the sobbing of the balls;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the balls—
Of the balls, balls, balls—
To the tolling of the balls,
Of the balls, balls, balls, balls—
Balls, balls, balls—
To the moaning and the groaning of the balls.

Scaly Haylie

The balls did it.

Scuba Trooper

And so we beat on, balls against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

ChubbyChecker

And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, Let there be balls: and there was balls. And God saw the balls, that they were good

Scuba Trooper

Most men and women will grow up to love their balls and will never dream of revolution.

Nosfereefer

IF YOU FIND THIS POSTER OUTSIDE BYOB, PLEASE RETURN THEM. WE ARE VERY WORRIED AND WE MISS THEM
there is a specter haunting europe... the specter of balls

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Scuba Trooper

To the person in the balls jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream.

ChubbyChecker

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of balls.

ChubbyChecker

Nosfereefer posted:

there is a specter haunting europe... the specter of balls

ahaha

Scuba Trooper

All balls are equal, but some balls are more equal than others.

Scuba Trooper

Without balls, life would be a mistake.

But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the balls.

One girl is worth more than twenty balls.

ChubbyChecker

Four balls good, two balls bad.

Scuba Trooper

ChubbyChecker posted:

Four balls good, two balls bad.

lololol

Areola Grande

it's a free country u pervs

ChubbyChecker posted:

And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, Let there be balls: and there was balls. And God saw the balls, that they were good

lol

Barking Gecko

Mahoro says, "Naughty things are bad."
Balls, and balls, and balls,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty balls. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his balls upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying balls.

DoomCroissant

Roll D3 for Delicious Flaky Crust
frankly, my dear, i don't give a balls

Viginti Septem

Oculus Noctuae
Two balls diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two balls diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

sorry bob

Areola Grande

it's a free country u pervs
Jesus' balls wept :shrug:





spring sigs by nesamdoom and Ravenous Scoot

Drink-Mix Man

You are an odd fellow, but I must say... you throw a swell shindig.

"Who is John Galt?" The light was ebbing, and Eddie Willers could not distinguish the bum's balls.

ChubbyChecker

In the balls in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not nasty, dirty, wet balls, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet dry, bare, sandy balls with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: they were hobbit-balls, and those mean comfort.

Nosfereefer

IF YOU FIND THIS POSTER OUTSIDE BYOB, PLEASE RETURN THEM. WE ARE VERY WORRIED AND WE MISS THEM
the creatures outside looked from pig to balls, and from balls to pig, but already it was impossible to say which was which

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ChubbyChecker

Nosfereefer posted:

the creatures outside looked from pig to balls, and from balls to pig, but already it was impossible to say which was which

google THIS

ChubbyChecker posted:

In the balls in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not nasty, dirty, wet balls, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet dry, bare, sandy balls with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: they were hobbit-balls, and those mean comfort.

google THIS

For she had balls and chose me.

Foobie
The sky seemed to split apart from end to end to pour its balls down upon me.

Happy Hippo

The Something Awful Forums > The Finer Arts > Batman's Shameful Secret > BSS Derailed Thread: Spider-Island

The man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him down. The rain will erode the deeds of his life. But that man who sets himself the task of singling out the thread of order from the tapestry will by the decision alone have taken charge of the world and it is only by such taking charge that he will effect a way to dictate the terms of his own balls.

Zoya

echoes of a distant past,
bodies die but voices last.
once were held within a cell,
your mind is where these voices dwell.




mister gorbachev, TEAR DOWN THOSE BALLS







thank you snuff melange for the beautiful winter siggy~!

ChubbyChecker

Zoya posted:

mister gorbachev, TEAR DOWN THOSE BALLS

lmao

ChubbyChecker

“Welcome to my balls! Enter freely and of your own will!” He made no motion of stepping to meet me, but stood like a statue, as though his gesture of welcome had fixed him into stone. The instant, however, that I had stepped over the threshold, he moved impulsively forward, and holding out his balls grasped mine with a strength which made me wince, an effect which was not lessened by the fact that they seemed as cold as ice—more like the balls of a dead than a living man.

Visions of Valerie

Come this autumn, we'll be miles away...
Shall I compare thee to a summer's balls? Thou art sweaty and much more fragrant

Doctor Dogballs

driving the fuck truck from hand land to pound town without stopping at suction station


we're gonna need a bigger balls

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Doctor Dogballs

driving the fuck truck from hand land to pound town without stopping at suction station


balls was the doctor, the monster's name was dr. balls' monster

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frump truck

hello... again!

古玉や 蛙飛び込む 水の音

frump truck

hello... again!

Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover balls.

Nosfereefer

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"NO!" boomed big brother "they were small! welcome to tiny balls world, winston"

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Drink-Mix Man

You are an odd fellow, but I must say... you throw a swell shindig.

"I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my balls: I am, I am, I am."

- Sylvia Plath, "The Ball Jar"

Scuba Trooper

Nosfereefer posted:

"NO!" boomed big brother "they were small! welcome to tiny balls world, winston"

ChubbyChecker

My armour is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my balls a hurricane, and my breath death!

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EorayMel

WE GET IT. YOU LOVE GUN JESUS. Toujours des fusils Bullpup Français.
To balls or not to balls, that is the question.

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