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[FGB]

What is the proper way to spell no balls?

Balless,ball-less, Ballless?...several centuries ago?

My apoligies in advance to Edgar Allen Poe.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

My take would be ball-less.

 

[Recidiva]

They all look so good I just figured I'd put this here.

The terms testis (singular) and testes (plural) refer to the male reproductive gland (or glands), the source of spermatozoa and of the androgens, usually paired in an external scrotum in man and certain other mammals. The word testicle is a diminutive of testis.

anorchism, anorchidism:

Absence of the testes; may be congenital or acquired.

anorchus:

A person having no testes; also, one whose testes are undescended.

cryptorchid:

A condition in which there is an undescended testicle or testicles.

cryptorchidectomy:

Surgical removal of undescended testicles.

cryptorchism, cryptorchidism:

1. Condition of having an undescended testicle or testicles.
2. Failure of one or both of the testes to descend.

hydrorchis:

A collection of water (hydrocele) in the testis, as in the tunica vaginalis or along the spermatic cord.

hyperorchidism:

1. Excessive internal secretion of the testicles.
2. Said to be an obsolete term for increased size or increased functioning of the testes.

hyporchidism:

Decreased internal secretion of the testicles.

macroorchidism:

Having abnormally large testes; seen in males with fragile X syndrome.

mesorchium, mesorchial:

1. Peritoneal fold supporting the testis in the fetus.
2. In the fetus, a fold of tunica vaginalis testis (the serous membrane surrounding the front and sides of the testicle) supporting the mesonephros and the developing testis.
3. In the adult, a fold of tunica vaginalis testis between the testis and epididymis.

microrchidia:

Having very small testes.

monorchid, monorchidism, monorchidic:

Having only one testicle or apparently having only one while the other one is undescended.

monorchis:

A person or animal with only one testicle.

monorchism:

The condition of having only one testicle.

orchalgia, orchialgia, orchiodynia, orchioneuralgia:

Pain in the testis.

orchectomy:

Excision of the testes; castration.

orchesiphlation:

An operation on or the removal of the testes to sterilize.

orchic:

Pertaining to or derived from the testicles.

orchichorea:

1. Involuntary rising and falling movements of the testes.
2. A twitching or jerking movement of a testis.

 

[Recidiva]

I'd probably go with "without balls" or a variation because ball-less as a word is pretty clunky.

 

[butters]

What is the proper way to spell no balls?

Balless,ball-less, Ballless?...several centuries ago?

My apoligies in advance to Edgar Allen Poe.

when something's that awkward, it often means there's a better way to write it, i.e 'lacking balls' 'bereft of bollocks', even 'dearth of danglies'.

 

[Recidiva]

when something's that awkward, it often means there's a better way to write it, i.e 'lacking balls' 'bereft of bollocks', even 'dearth of danglies'.

sans orbs

testitute! I like Testitute! I just made it up!

 

[butters]

sans orbs

testitute! I like Testitute! I just made it up!

winner!

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Intestate?

 

[Recidiva]

Intestate?

I like that one too.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

I like that one too.

I'd like to have known the context.

 

[Angeline]

ballgone

untesticulated

scroteless

 

[Recidiva]

I'd like to have known the context.

I never use balls as a surrogate of courage...because I have none, so for me it would have to be ovaries or ovaryless...which is also awkward.

I think either Testitute or Intestate are both such excellent words that they shouldn't be insults at all, but names of feminist blogs.

 

[Recidiva]

ballgone

untesticulated

scroteless

Ballgone sounds like a sad dog...an alternate to the Cone of Shame.

 

[Angeline]

Ballgone sounds like a sad dog...an alternate to the Cone of Shame.

The answers wouldn't have been half as much fun if he'd asked in the Editors Forum!

 

[FGB]

Ok.

I'm going to have to Go with "Ball-less" forevermore."

 

[Recidiva]

Ok.

I'm going to have to Go with "Ball-less" forevermore."

Awwww.

 

[Angeline]

Ok.

I'm going to have to Go with "Ball-less" forevermore."

Ball-less is the more correct per most style resources. You should not, normally, separate a suffix from the word it ends with a hyphen but it is permissible when you have consecutive consonants or vowels, like in "re-enter," for example.

You never did tell us the context though.

 

[FGB]

Ball-less is the more correct per most style resources. You should not, normally, separate a suffix from the word it ends with a hyphen but it is permissible when you have consecutive consonants or vowels, like in "re-enter," for example.

You never did tell us the context though.

I'm Sorry E.A.P. you did not deserve this...

Fell free to change what you will I don't even understand what some of it said!
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Ball-less Forevermore

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pounded, weak and weary,
Over Mandy a saintly and curiously voluptuous whore--
While I prodded, nearly besotted, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chambers door.
"'Tis some lost visitor," I muttered, "Whilst I tapped away at my randy whore-- Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember I was at my peak reaming sweet December;
And each separate condom wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;-- as stamina was brought to sorrow
From my bed a wash of sorrow-- sorrow for the lost amour--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named dirty lil whore--
For Quoth the Caven, "Ball-less forevermore.

And the silken, gad, uncertain rustling of each purple ruffle
Thrilled me-- filled me with fantastic tremors never felt before;
So that now, to still the bleating of my whore, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance Whilst I pound my voluptuous whore --Some late visitor entreating entrance Whilst I reminisce about days of yore;-- This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my tool grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was slapping, tapping away at my voluptuous whore,
And so faintly you came rapping, rapping at my chambers door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"-- naked I opened wide the door;--
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only phrase there spoken was the whispered
"Ball-less forevermore.” !"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the phrase,--
"Ball-less forevermore.”
.
Back into the chamber turning, all my cum within me burning,
Soon again I was tapping somewhat harder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore--
Let my hard be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
'Tis the wind and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a stutter
and eyelash flutter,
In there stepped a ex wife from the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made she; not a minute stopped or stayed she;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched beside my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of a Phallus just beside my chamber door--
Perched, and sank down, and nothing more.
Then this lost amour beguiling, my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance she wore,
"Though thy mound be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "Thou knowest here no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient slattern wandering in like the Nightly whore--
Tell me what thy current mission is, thy presence I’ve known long before!"
Quoth the woman, "Ball-less forevermore."
Much I marvelled hearing this fowlness from a woman this night plowless,
Though its answer little meaning—I knew what relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing this chick masterbate beside his chamber door--
Perched like a bird upon a sculptured Phallus beside his chamber door,
And I am named "Ball-less forevermore."

But the woman, sitting lonely on the Phallus bust, spoke only
That one phrase, as if her soul in that one phrase he did outpour.
Nothing further then she uttered-- not a eyelash did she flutter--
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other females I have known before--
On the morrow Mandy will leave me, as my Whores have flown before.
Then rolled her eyes and said, "Ball-less forevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what she utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Fucked fast and came faster till his cum her burden bore--
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Ball-less forevermore."

But the woman still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of her, bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to thinking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what about amours woman of yore--
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous woman of yore
Meant in croaking "Ball-less forevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowlness whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall not be impressed, ah, ball-less forevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose balls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee-- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite-- respite and nepenthe, from my memories of that whore;
Queef, oh Queef this kind nepenthe and forget this last whore!"
Quoth the maiden, "Ball-less forevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!-- prophet still, if bitch or devil!--
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by Horror haunted-- tell me truly, I implore--
Is there-- is there hope yet be had?-- tell me-- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the maiden, "Ball-less forevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil-- prophet still, if bitch or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us-- by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name a dirty whore--
Clasp a bare and radiant maiden whom the angels name dirty whore."
Quoth the, maiden "Ball-less forevermore."
"Be that word our sign in parting, bitch or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the street and be Night's corner whore!
Leave no foul odor as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!-- quit the bust beside my door!
Take thy hand from out my hard, and take thy ass from beside my door!"
Quoth the maiden, "Ball-less forevermore."
And the maiden, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Phallus just above my chamber door;
And her eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is creaming,
And the lamp-light o'er her streaming throws her shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shallows that lies floating on the floor
Shall ne’er be lifted-- "Ball-less forevermore!"

 

[Recidiva]

I'm gonna go scratch my eyes out now, brb.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

I'm gonna go scratch my eyes out now, brb.

I'll join you but will not brb.

 

[Angeline]

Wow. Poe's skull just shot out of the grave and landed in Nebraska.

Hey, I asked!

 

[FGB]

Yeah...Pretty bad.

I'm like a little kid with a new BB gun turned loose in a storage warehouse at a glass factory...Not good!

Then there is the Idiot factor.

 

[Recidiva]

Yeah...Pretty bad.

I'm like a little kid with a new BB gun turned loose in a storage warehouse at a glass factory...Not good!

Then there is the Idiot factor.

Heh. Well, you asked, we asked, this is consensual.

Still worth it, those were good words you didn't use

 

[butters]

still laughing

in a cringy facepalmy throttled laughter kind of way.

well done FGB - that was spectacular


*laughing*

 

[FGB]

The funny part of it is I found it ninety percent done on one of my other computers...I do not remember it.

But it had my prints all over it.