Oh those kids.
Used to be cigarettes and sin-sin, groping your daughter at the prom or watering down your liquor cabinet.
Now it's all self-immolation and ball stomping.
On the upside, his chances of reproducing are pretty low.
"I am the one who knocks."- Heisenberg
I set fire to my mate's balls in a metalwork lesson once. He was wearing an apron, I had a blowtorch. I will say no more.
Why were you wearing an apron? Did they make you bake stuffs?