He Got Balls Famous Quotes & Sayings
43 He Got Balls Famous Sayings, Quotes and Quotation.
Shane was barely hanging on, as Keith spread the younger man's legs wide, was sucking his balls and using his hand to stroke up and down his cock, ensuring that Shane was nearly incoherent. But he was putting up a good fight - taking Keith's thick cock in his mouth, trying to give as good as he got. Reed— S.E. Jakes
As we passed a bloke playing a saxophone underneath one of the arches, he put down the sax and started doing a juggling thing with his hands. It was a bit peculiar, though, because, as I said to Jas, He hasn't got any balls.— Louise Rennison
A good time to hit is with men on base, because the pitcher ain't got no place to put you. He's going to get that ball around there somewhere. He don't want to walk you.— Yogi Berra
My dad got me my first bow for Christmas, when I was ten. But he took it away before New Year's." "Did you shoot someone?" "He caught me soaking arrows in lighter fluid. I just really, really wanted to shoot a flaming arrow at something. It didn't matter what. Still do. I feel like that would complete me: to see a burning arrow go thwock into something and set it afire. I suppose it's how men feel when they imagine sinking balls-deep into the perfect piece of ass. I just want one sexy little thwock." John— Joe Hill
What about your servant? Did he see anything?"— Karen Chance
[ ... ]As soon as the crisis was over, Billy had fled into his necklace and I hadn't seen him since.
I gave him little poke, just for the hell of it, and got back the metaphysical version of the finger. "Billy doesn't know anything," I translated.
"Are you certain?"
Tell him to suck my balls!
"Pretty certain.
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Yeah I'm done. Chase frigging Reese." Slade shook his head. Mustang laughed again. Nothing like some good old-fashion jealousy to make a man see clearly. "Yeah, I know. The kid's got balls. I'll give him that. I guess we better show her what real men can do for her, huh?" "Oh yeah." Slade let out a snort. "'You get a buckle for that you know.' Yeah. I bet he made sure she knew that.— Cat Johnson
He gave her one last kiss before walking toward his truck. She watched his beautiful sculpted ass in his fitted jeans and suppressed a groan. She had never felt the urge to rip a man's clothes off, but ripping Shea Adler's jeans off would be a magical experience if she ever got the balls and confidence to do it.— Toni Aleo
What a doctor I've got - he's really mixed up. Last week, he grabbed my knee and told me to cough. Then he hit me in the balls with a hammer.— Rodney Dangerfield
Okay, go ahead and fill these out," Jeff said, standing as he glanced over the growing crowd in the club. "When you're done, we'll go back to my brother's office and you can show us what you've got." He grinned. "Normally we'd do that first, but something tells me you know exactly how to keep a man's attention."— Rachel Vincent
Indeed I did. Get a tight grip on his balls. A man's attention never wandered far from his crotch, especially when it was in mortal jeopardy.
Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom— Everlast
Who said he was in love
He said 'Don't worry about a thing, baby doll
I'm the man you've been dreaming of,'
But three months later
He said he won't date her or return her call
And she sweared 'God damn, if I find that man
I'm cutting off his balls,'
And then she heads for the clinic
And she gets some static walking through the doors
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner
And they call her a whore
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose
I woke up in the hospital. Doctor Cunningham was bending over me. I thought, "We have to stop meeting like this," but didn't even try to say it out loud.— Laurell K. Hamilton
"You've lost blood and had your stitches redone. Do you think you can stay in here long enough for me
to actually release you this time?"
I think I smiled. "Yes, Doctor."
"Just in case you got any funny ideas about leaving, I've doped you up with enough pain killers to make you feel really good. So sleep, and I'll see you in the morning."
My eyes fluttered shut once, then opened. Edward was there. He bent over me and whispered, "Crawling through bushes on your belly, threatening to cut off a man's balls. Such a hard ass."
My voice came faintly even to me. "Had to save your ass."
He bent over me and kissed on my forehead.
You're a goddam funny kid, Clivey," he said. "I got sixteen grandchildren, and there's only two of em that I think is gonna amount to duckshit, and you ain't one of em - although you're on the runner-up list - but you're the only one that can make me laugh until my balls ache.— Stephen King
Victor kind of rolled his eyes when his mom went on about all the debutante balls Victor had gone to with these girls, and I nodded, trying to look politely interested. Then she asked me when I came out and I said, "Oh, I'm not gay. I'm dating your son," which I thought was pretty clear to begin with. Then Victor started coughing loudly and Bonnie looked confused, but then she got distracted, because Victor sounded like he'd swallowed his own tongue, and then right after that Victor said that we should probably leave.— Jenny Lawson
I know, sweetie. But I've seen you with him. I've seen how he looks at you. Maybe this is the big one. You won't know unless you try." She touched my face. "I'm happy for you, and I think you've got to go with a little leap of faith here. So far Mr. Blackstone is on my good list. If that should change or if he hurts one smooth hair on your innocent head, then his pretty-boy balls are gonna be transformed into a set of Klik-Klaks. And please tell him I said that.— Raine Miller
One more second and he would've hit you with the gun. And who knows what else. When I think about what could've happened ... " He gripped her shoulders determinedly. "I should've told you this earlier, Jordan. Now that I've got my chance, you're going to hear it whether you like it or not. You came into my life and messed the whole thing up and now I'm screwed. Because I'm in love with you. As in balls-out, head-over-heels, watching-Dancing-with-the-Stars -on-Monday-nights, wine-and-bubble-bath kind of love. Hell, I think I'd even wear a scarf indoors for you."— Julie James
Jordan smiled, her eyes misty, as she touched his cheek. "That's the best kind of love.
The wince and muffled oath he gave when he stepped into the water got a laugh out of her.— J.D. Robb
"It's not that hot."
"If I had a lobster, we'd boil it and eat it."
"You set the temp."
"So I did, and now, with no lobster in sight, we're boiling my balls."
He'd set it for her, she thought, so she could soak in the heat and the scent, turn off her mind with some relaxation program. She thought of what she'd overheard him saying to Mira, how he'd looked.
He needed this as much as she did.
He didn't recruit me," Cett pointed out. "I got pulled by my balls into this little fiasco."— Brandon Sanderson
"I wish I cared enough to apologize," Elend said, staring at them.
Man, Rhage is playin' with fire," Butch said as he started to rack up the balls.— J.R. Ward
"I give Fritz thirty seconds before he's - Here he comes."
"I'm going to pretend I'm not here."
V took a swig of his Goose. "Me too."
While they got busy grabbing balls, Fritz came steaming across the foyer like a missile seeking a heat source.
"Watch your ass, Hollywood, true?" V muttered as Rhage came over with a basket of popped-and-fluffy.
"It's good for him. He needs the exercise - Fritz! How are you, buddy?"
-Butch, Vishous, & Rhage
He's got an overall flair for the game. It looks to me like he really loves what he does and he can't wait to get up in the morning, go hit some balls and go play.— Gary McCord
What? It's a fair sacrifice. If you've got to be with one chick for the rest of your life, then you should at least get to go out with a bang. Or two. Or three."— S.C. Stephens
Anna raised a perfectly arched brow.
"Really? Would you want some jackass to do that with our daughter?"
"Fuck no. I'll chop the little bastard's balls off if he tries that kind of shit on my girl," he scowled.
When the ball is over the middle of the plate, the batter is hitting it with the sweet part of the bat. When it's inside, he's hitting it with the part of the bat from the handle to the trademark. When it's outside, he's hitting it with the end of the bat. You've got to keep the ball away from the sweet part of the bat. To do that, the pitcher has to move the hitter off the plate.— Don Drysdale
Last time I was on the welcome Wagon, I was holding some guy by the balls for 15 minutes while the inspector explained why should leave (Birmingham) and go home... It were really painful.— Jim McGrath
I bet it was.
'Yeah I got terrible cramp in me fingers, but he were very attentive.
When Tiger was 6 months old, he would sit in our garage, watching me hit balls into a net. He had been assimilating his golf swing. When he got out of the high chair, he had a golf swing.— Earl Woods
Ewan started with Dev's balls, licking and nuzzling them, feeling the texture of Dev's skin and hair against his lips and tongue. Of course he got a pube stuck somewhere in his mouth. He tried to ignore it at first, but he worried it was going to end up in his throat. "Sorry, hang on a sec." Ewan pulled away and reached into his mouth with a finger to catch the hair lodged somewhere on the roof of his mouth. "There. Got it!" "Is— Jay Northcote
We were told that every morning the first thing that her dog did when he got up was to stretch, adding that we can all learn a lot from our animals' behaviour. She's probably right but, personally, I draw the line at trying to lick my own balls.— John Donoghue
I peer through the spectral, polluted, nicotine-sodden windows of my sock at these old lollopers in their kiddie gear. Go home, I say. Go home, lie down, and eat lots of potatoes. I had three handjobs yesterday. None was easy. Sometimes you really have to buckle down to it, as you do with all forms of exercise. It's simply a question of willpower. Anyone who's got the balls to stand there and tell me that a handjob isn't exercise just doesn't know what he's talking about. I almost had a heart-attack during number three. I take all kinds of other exercise too. I walk up and down the stairs. I climb into cabs and restaurant booths. I hike to the Butcher's Arms and the London Apprentice. I cough a lot. I throw up pretty frequently, which really takes it out of you. I sneeze, and hit the tub and the can. I get in and out of bed, often several times a day.— Martin Amis
What is your least favorite part of the male anatomy?" "Uh ... what?" "Come on." I nudged her shoulder. "You have to have a least favorite part." Marie stared at me for a beat then blinked rapidly. "Really? I just pour out my heart to you and ... ." "Balls," Ashley announced unceremoniously from her place on the floor. Elizabeth snickered. "Oh, my lord." Marie covered her face with her hands and shook her head. I ignored her and leaned closer to Ashley. "I know, right? I mean, shouldn't those things be on the inside?" Janie's thoughtfully distracted voice chimed in. "I feel like the rest of the male body makes a lot of sense. And then ... balls." "Yes!" "It makes me think maybe God is an alien or ran out of alluring parts before he got to the male reproductive system." "They never look nice; it's basically impossible. You can't dress them up, and I've seen a lot of balls in the ER. I've never seen a man's balls and thought to myself, Now that guy has a great set of testicles— Penny Reid
Drew's a funny guy. Because anything he gets into, he gets in 100%. Even when we were doing 'The Drew Carey Show,' he got into bowling, and suddenly he's phoning up pros for tips and carrying around 3 balls. It's just how he does it.— Ryan Stiles
You see..." Nash said, acting doctorly, "you've got to keep the testicles away from the body's heat for optimal sperm count." He snatched two chicken balls from the container in front of him and cupped them in his hand. He laid a spring roll between them. "That's the biggest source of the sperm count issue for many men: their choice of underwear keeps their testicles snug up against the body. The testes become overheated.— Jean Oram
I hope your future includes me. I mean, someone has to continue to kick your butt in pool."— Katie McGarry
Noah laughed as he snagged his fingers around my belt loops and dragged me closer. "I was letting you win."
"Please." His eyes had about fallen out of his head when I'd sunk a couple of balls off the break. "You were losing. Badly." I wondered if he also reveled in the warmth of being this close again.
"Then I guess I'll have to keep you around. For good. You'll be useful during a hustle." He lowered his forehead to mine and his brown eyes, which had been laughing seconds ago, darkened as he got serious. "I have a lot I want to say to you. A lot I want to apologize for."
"Me, too.
You've got a great ass," he said, never taking his eyes from mine as we walked, oblivious to anyone watching us. "Your screams when I fuck you? I like that shit, too. The noises you make when I drive my cock balls deep and you ask for more? Fuck, I seriously like it ... a lot.— Amelia Hutchins
Well, I said, needing to lighten the mood for him, next time Kai tries to, um, bust your balls, you can give it right back to him, because he's got a girlfriend now, too.— Wendy Higgins
Jet and Clay are just two different sides of my personality. No, I don't have a split personality, but the sides are sometimes distinctive. Clay? That's me, the real me, who I am at the core. Jet is Clay on coke. He's got brass balls and doesn't take shit from anyone. He's the only guy you'll ever see onstage— Jade C. Jamison
That was why he was thinking about vultures. He was thinking that he wanted to run, but that he did not want to feed the vultures. Do not get caught. Rule number one in the army, and the only rule that mattered. Because if you got caught the bastards would flog you to death or else reorganize your ribs with musket balls, and either way the vultures got fat.— Bernard Cornwell
Can you beat them on your own? Marasi half whispered, half mouthed at Wayne.— Brandon Sanderson
He grinned and mouthed back, Does a guy wif no hands got itchy balls?
He gripped her shoulders determinedly. 'I should've told you this earlier, Jordan. Now that I've got my chance, you're going to hear it whether you like it or not. You came into my life and messed the whole thing up and now I'm screwed. Because I'm in love with you. As in balls-out, head-over-heels, watching-Dancing-with-the-Stars-on-Monday-nights, wine-and-bubble-bath kind of love. Hell, I think I'd even wear a scarf indoors for you.— Julie James
Mason scoffed. "That's gonna be a pain in the ass? So you protest to carrying change, but you have no problem with hair being ripped from your balls." He quirked a brow. "You've got problems.— Eden Summers
She had found a jewel down inside herself and she had wanted to walk where people could see her and gleam it around. But she had been set in the market-place to sell. Been set for still bait. When God had made The Man, he made him out of stuff that sung all the time and glittered all over. Then after that some angels got jealous and chopped him into millions of pieces, but still he glittered and hummed. So they beat him down to nothing but sparks but each little spark had a shine and a song. So they covered each one over with mud. And the lonesomeness in the sparks made them hunt for one another, but the mud is deaf and dumb. Like all the other tumbling mud-balls, Janie had tried to show her shine.— Zora Neale Hurston
I wouldn't have raced a horse. But you'll then throw back at me that Jesse Owens raced against a horse, and he's one of my heroes, so I'm not going to say it was a silly stunt. I know too much about horses. They're highly unreliable, and they've got brains the size of golf balls.— Sebastian Coe
For all his horses, knighthoods and championships, he hasn't got two of what I've got. And I don't mean balls!— Brian Clough
He offers a sheepish grin. "Remember that girl I was dating last year? Sheena? Well, she texted me a picture of her tits. Said I had to return the favor."— Elle Kennedy
Dean's jaw falls open. "Dick for tits? Dude, you got played. No way are those even remotely comparable."
"What's the equivalent of tits then?" Hollis asks curiously.
"Balls," Dean declares, before taking a deep pull of the joint. He blows out a ring of smoke as everyone laughs at his remark.
"You just said women don't want to see balls," Hollis points out.
"They don't. But any idiot knows that a dick pic requires a full frontal shot in return." He rolls his eyes. "It's common sense.
Wanting to end my curse isn't the same as wanting to give in to an asshole. I don't care if god really did choose you. You're no worthier than any of the rest of us. No worthier than him.— Jason Aaron
We're all god's monsters.
All made in his goddamn image. If he wants his fucking world back . . . tell him to come down here and take it. If he's got the goddamn balls.
"I'll never bowl with him again. After he got a strike, he spiked the ball."— Lawrence Taylor
