The legendary nutslam Stacy gave him was so powerful it reverberated through the ages, up through his male lineage. The ghosts of his ancestors were writhing around on the floor, invisibly cradling their ghost-balls. His dead great-grandmother was clutching her bosom, silently wailing, how could someone do this to her little bambino?!
The dreaded ball-seance of the ball-damned.

I felt deep sonder thinking about the all the people who looked up this word along with me.