A popped ball
Back when I were young, my nan lived on a farm. I used to amuse myself daily there and not even get killed by machinery. Once, I was playing football (kicking it as far and high as possible) when the ball got stuck in a tree.

After much attempted climbing I told nan and feared the ball was lost forever. The milking man (bit of a simpleton) overheard my tale of sadness and said 'I can get it back for you'

I waited with bated breath, longing to smash a few more (imaginary) halfway line goals.

A few minutes and a few shotgun cartridges later I was presented with the shredded remains of my lovely ball!

The dozy git had shot my ball down from the tree!
(Dr Zoidberg is going for a scuttle, Tue 29 May 2012, 18:15, 4 replies)

I thought this was going to be a tale about a burst testicle.

( Ken Oath, Tue 29 May 2012, 18:23, closed)

I too was leaning towards the
"ouch!"
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Tue 29 May 2012, 21:53, closed)

Exact same story only with a kitten.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Tue 29 May 2012, 19:07, closed)

How did it aim the gun?

( ferret -> twitter.com/syfyautocorrect <-, Wed 30 May 2012, 13:14, closed)