There was a girl in my high school who thought kicking my buddies in the stones was funny, and she was kinda cute so she got away with it. One day she nailed my brother after school. The next day he didn't go to school because he had a cold, but when she asked me where he was I told her he was in the hospital for a ruptured testicle. By the end of the day, the entire school was buying the story and she was in a guilt driven panic. That night at church (it was a Wednesday and we were good Baptist kids) she had a basket of candies and apology card delivered to me for my brother in the middle of Bible study right as I was telling my friends the truth of the whole situation. We burst out laughing the second the delivery boy left. The next day at school, the principal called me and my brother into his office to explain everything; he had gotten wise to our scheme. He could barely contain his laughter as we told the story, and afterwards he called in the girl and we cleared up the whole mess. She never kicked another guy in the balls again after that, and I shared the candy basket with my friends in a victory feast. That was 5 years ago. To this day people in my home town still think my brother had a testicle removed and actually stop my parents in the streets to say they've been praying for him. Sorry for the long post, but I just had to share this story.
