Let me tell y'all a story about my past, about times long gone and forgotten.
It was the night of the 27 of July in the year 2011, me and my family where invited to a party, but it was no normal party. It was the inauguration of a McDonald's.
In the place there where balloons, big balloons filled with helium, at least 36". And my first idea was to deflate one to take them home, but the loon's where tight and the knot's too, and at a time i was scared of them popping. Luckily i was able to take a blue one home, my brother was gonna take a yellow one, but it escaped from it's grip.
I was able to keep that balloon for many many months unable of undid the knot, even until it not only stop floating, but was o soo soft and delicate.
But one fatidic day, our neighbours came to play with my brother, and they popped it, after so many moths of agging it, and my mother threw the scrap to the organic trash.
The worst and irony of the thing is that, even as i was 13 years old at the time, i didn't get to masturbate with it even once, as i was scared of popping it, the worst blue balls ever.
The loon that never was
