“Put your balls anywhere near my girlfriend and I’ll kill ya,” Johnny snarled, launching a snowball of his own. “Do ya hear me, Gibs? I’ll take the bleeding face clean off ya!” “I’m going to put my balls on her face.” “Gibs.” “My big, wet balls all over her face—Jesus Christ, Johnny!” Appearing from behind the garage, Gibsie clutched his head. “There was a stone in that snowball.” “I know,” Johnny shot back unapologetically. “I put it there.”
