It's a bowling date. Very first ball. When the clerk asked my name I said Mr. Balls and it's on the scoreboard above me. All the pressure in the world is on my shoulders like Atlas. I turn to face my date, announce that "This is why they call me Mr. Balls", and throw it down the lane. The stars align and I get my only strike of the night.
That is why they call me Mr. Balls.
I feel like calling yourself Mr Cum and immediately throwing the ball into the gutters is way easier
That was most of the rest of the night for me. It turns out I can't bowl for shit.