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Sunday, October 19, 2008 . 10:31 AM

Balls Pedal...

funny story... we were having practices for LOUD that day... somehow this story came up

fren A: you know whats the pedal u say that day that singer use to hit the very high notes?
Fren B: oh... the balls pedal... u tie to the balls then when u step on the pedal... u go *AAAHHH*somewhere in the two octaves above middle c
Fren A: hahaha... ya lah... when u tell me dat day i believe u sommore...
Me: hahahahahaha....

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