Neighbours child and balls

[Thaddit]

Neighbours child has kicked six footballs over my fence in the last week. I have put them all in buckets of disinfectant to kill germs prior to throwing them back. With the clothes shops being closed at present WIBU to saw the balls in half and make bras out of them. Times are hard dontchaknow.

Ooo yes. Could cut them all open, bang nails through from the inside then stitch them back up. They could then fight it out like big balls. Such jolly japes.

Or keep the nail impregnated balls and make bondage bras.

Disfordarkchocolate I used to have a set of metals stilts as a child. They had a similar annoyance value as a pogo stick. We fully appreciated just how much when I grew out of them and they were donated to next door’s kids. Up.and.down.the.garden. All.day.long. We were at breaking point with the clanking noise.

What about the bras for balls though? Why should men be last in the queue. Think of all the sad, saggy, wrinkled, hanging ball sacs that could be brightened up with a fashionable, eco friendly bra.

It's important.

To be honest you would make more money if you turned them into face masks

Can I have a rugby ball one cut lengthways for saggy ones?

Money isn't the motivation here. It's relief from flapping, sagging, emptiness, boredom.

These conditions don't only affect tits and ball sacs, you could have an emptiness in your soul that only being given a disinfected, bisected football will cure.

You're welcome.

Can I order a ball bra for my soul please OP?

go online mail order op you've have plenty of potential customers on here.

Have to find something to lash them together.

Somebody might have a spare bucket of intestines lying around?

Just the ticket Empress !!

Organs, the glue of life!

Remember those plastic balls with lots of little square holes in that used to come attached to a footsie - that hoop/string/ball combo that you wore on one ankle and did a sort of twirling jumping thing with? Sure they could be repurposed for your summer range OP. Lovely aeration already inbuilt!

I think we all need bras for our souls. Or, in the case of fallen arches, soles.

Or arseholes, for the pearshaped.

Much to think on here and so many balls to cunningly fashion into bras tonight. Balls To Mr Finglestyne Bras opens for business tomorrow.