One day Arthur decided to buy some beans and plant them in his backyard. The next morning he awoke to discover a giant stalk had grown from his yard, all the way into the clouds. Arthur at once decided to climb that stalk to see where it would take him. A rash decision for sure, and one he might soon come to regret. When he reached the top he happened upon a giant garage with a boxing gym inside of it. Inside this gym lived a leather clad giant. Arthur walked up to this giant and said, "Where's the motherfuckin' golden goose, you giant mongoloid lookin' sum'bitch!". The Giant looked down at Arthur, sadness in his eyes. He said, "The Golden Goose fled my gym years ago. I do however have something similar", he mused. "Years ago I fought a trollish clutch-humper named John of Ruiz. In the course of our battle he rubbed his testicles with such vigor onto my right kneecap, they became permanently implanted underneath my skin." "The troll lost his balls for good and I have been waiting ever since for the right warrior to come along and claim these balls as their own." Well, Arthur had a legendary set of brass balls already, however he had always dreamed of having two sets of balls. With two sets of balls, even if one set originally belonged to a clutch-humping Troll, he would be truly unbeatable. Arthur looked up at the Giant and exclaimed, "What must I do to possess these balls of a Troll?". The Giant smiled. He knew he had Arthur right where he wanted him. The Giant explained to Arthur, "You must don this tiny leather coat and these tight denim jeans. Then you must sit upon these Trollish balls.........the balls will know if you are worthy, for only the right warrior will be able to remove the balls from where they now lay." Arthur sat upon the balls and the Giant smiled. Arthur sat......and sat.......and sat........and sat...........and sat. The Giant could barely contain his glee. He was a friendly giant, maybe a little too friendly. Finally, Arthur felt a tingle and a twinge. He leapt from the Giant's knee........and with a pop, pop noise and a slight pull of his groin area, he knew with certainty he had inherited an extra set of balls. Trollish they may be, but more valuable then their weight in gold. The Giant, still smiling, beamed down at the newly balled Arthur. He roared out, "You are now The One and The Only. Some will call you Smurf, but you are now known as The King among those who respect you. You are Armenian but you will now be known as German...........because Armenians are a filthy people and are not pure of blood". Arthur was elated. He realized the over-friendly giant was a bigot, but this did not matter. He now had more balls then he knew what to do with. He was now King...........King Arthur. King Arthur was told a prophecy by the Giant. He would one day participate in a Grand Tournament. "The Super Six" it will be called. In it he will defeat Americans, British and a formidable Danish Prince named Kessler. It will not be easy, but his new balls will be the difference between victory and defeat. King Arthur loved his new balls, but in the back of his head he wondered, will these balls eventually come at a steeper price then he is willing to pay? Meanwhile, in a land far far away, a Clutch-Humping Troll scratched away sadly at his crotch. Ball-less and pathetic he dreamed of happier times. He shall one day reclaim his balls, he determined in his now psychosis-filled mind..........even if it means one day cutting open a Smurf, reaching in and pulling them, one by one out of a blue tinged scrotum. Little did he know, this was not psychosis but prophecy. Those balls will once again be his. ray: The End.
It sort of looks like Valuev's cock is popping out of the sleeve of his right leg, and Arabham's giving it a little tickle.
