It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, the kind where you’re still in pajamas at 3 PM and the only major decision you’ve made is whether to go to the store to get food or order a disgustingly cheesy pizza. My brother Mike and me are both kind of in our bratty late teen era....
Written after popular demand, we explore female martial artists who have either accidentally or on-purpose, landed a fierce blow into a their male opponents crotch and discuss the nature of ballbusting karate. I’ve heard many stories over the years from real...
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