This is completely insane. I would suspect this kind of thing from Florida, and we all know how Canada does their education on the private parts (see this post on Canadian Sex Ed:http://millsap.wordpress.com/2010/04/18/another-amazing-canadian-contribution-to-planet-earth/), but Brazil? Why? Why did you do this Brazil?
Here is the link to this madness: http://digitaldeconstruction.com/meet-balls-disturbing-testicular-cancer-mascot/#.UnAJKPlwqa9
You know how sports teams have mascots. They are kind of like worthless super hero types but with no powers. Now imagine if your balls were a sports team. Imagine them playing a championship game against cancer. And then…imagine this as the mascot:
What the fuck is that thing?
Why does it have a hair style? Why does it have pubes? Why is it standing next to a little girl? Is that a mole or some kind of fucked up STD?
There is no way in fuck I would let a gigantic living nadbag anywhere near a child, especially a little girl. Can you imagine the permanent damage that this thing is doing to her brain? Now she thinks that all boys around the world have the fleshy equivalent to spongebob slapping around in their underpants just waiting for the opportunity to break out into a song and dance number. Or just to break out…in hives.
I understand that cancer sucks. Ball Cancer sucks especially hard. But…but…does an elementary school little-fucking-girl really need to fucking worry about getting cancer in her balls? If she has balls, she has wayyyyyyy more problems than cancer. None of the boys in that age group have hit puberty yet…they probably find the concept of Mr. Balls disturbing and dangerous. The terror induced by having to shake hands with a gigantic set of genitals is without a doubt more psychologically scarring than the cancer boogeyman would be to a second grader.
Can you imagine being the poor minimum waged bastard who has to dress up as Ball-Man for a living? If he has to do that in the summer I bet the interior of that suit smells like camel balls. What committee of sick fucking asshats decided that parading a living set of junk around the classroom was a superior educational decision for this age group?
I tell you one thing. The folks in the aforementioned committee had a bunch of balls. Bwahahahahaha.