“So this was back in our senior year of high school. My friend was waiting for the bus, after school, when a short kid (who we later learned was a sophomore) with a very pimpled face and unkempt spiky blonde hair walked up to him and started talking with him. More accurately, he was talking at him, because my friend wasn’t even looking at him. My friend was just staring straight ahead in confusion while the kid rambled on about his favorite restaurants back in his hometown before he moved to my high school.
After about ten minutes of this, and my friend not having spoken a word, the kid goes silent for a few seconds.
Then all of a sudden he says, ‘If anyone here tries to mess me, I’ll crush their balls into jelly, put it in a jar, and bring it to my dad. I’ll tell him ‘Hey dad, this is a jelly made from balls.’
And then he walked away, leaving my friend in wide-eyed horror. From that day forth, the little guy was known as ‘Jelly Balls kid.'”