Keith Lloyd was lounging at home one day, scrolling through YouTube, and
became transfixed by the massive ad revenue rappers were pulling in from
their music videos. His underground rap presence at Dedham High was
known, but Keith wanted more. He wanted fame, attention, and most of all—
money. "Why can't I be one of these guys?" he thought, narrowing his eyes
at the dollar signs flashing across his screen. But if he wanted to blow
up online, he needed professional help to make his music video stand out.
That's when he thought of David Lewis, the school's unofficial film class
expert. David had already shot plenty of wild footage at Backwoods High,
including Matt and Jason's pudding fight and various other ridiculous
stunts. If anyone could give Keith the production value he needed, it was
David.
At first, David wasn't convinced. "You know this isn't just filming
fights in the cafeteria, right?" he said skeptically. But Keith sweetened
the deal by promising him a cut of the YouTube profits. Once money was
involved, David agreed, already picturing himself rolling in ad revenue.
Fast forward a few days, and David, Keith, Charlie Douglas, and a few
local basketball players gathered at the school's basketball court. The
plan was simple: film some basketball action for Keith's music video to
give it a gritty, urban vibe. As they shot around, Charlie, always the
joker, grinned and said, "Dude, you should film Keith getting hit in the
balls with a basketball. That'd be hilarious."
Keith turned to protest, "Man, shut up—" but before he could finish, one
of the basketball players launched a shot straight into his crotch. Keith
dropped to the ground, squealing in pain like a wounded animal. David,
who was still filming, burst out laughing.
"I can't believe you got that on film! What the fuck, dude!" Keith
yelled, rolling on the court in agony.
Despite the mishap, the video shoot continued, and a few days later,
David was editing the footage for the big music video premiere. As he was
going through the clips, the shot of Keith getting nailed in the balls
kept making him laugh. In a moment of mischief, David decided to upload a
second video alongside the music video—a blooper reel titled "Keith Gets
Smashed in the Balls by a Basketball." He figured it would be a good
laugh.
When the videos were uploaded later that week, the unexpected happened.
David's music video got a respectable 10,000 views. But the blooper
video? It exploded, racking up over half a million hits within days. The
comments section was flooded with viewers laughing at Keith's misfortune.
At first, Keith was furious. "How is this dumbass video getting more
views than my music?!" he fumed. But when David showed him the ad revenue
from the blooper video, Keith's anger quickly subsided. "Wait, we're
actually making money off this?" he asked, impressed despite himself.
That's when Keith had his next big idea. "What if we started a whole
website for this kind of thing? A bunch of videos of people getting hit
in the balls. We could make serious cash."
David raised an eyebrow. "You're serious?"
"Dead serious," Keith replied. "We'll call it ."
Despite the obvious risk of getting into trouble, David was intrigued. He
couldn't resist the allure of more money. For the next few weeks, the duo
went on a ball-smashing spree. They'd trick unsuspecting students into
starring in what seemed like harmless commercials—whether it was a fake
ad for peanut butter cookies or a go-cart racing promo. Every video ended
with a basketball flying into someone's crotch, all caught on camera and
uploaded to .
The site became an instant sensation, with high schoolers everywhere
tuning in to see who would get nailed next. Keith and David were raking
in ad revenue, sitting on what seemed like a never-ending cash cow.
Everything was going smoothly… until Principal Smith caught wind of their
operation.
One day, during class, Keith and David were called to the principal's
office. Smith stood behind his desk, his face stern. "You boys have been
running a website where you profit off of students getting hit in the
groin. This trash TV garbage is unacceptable, and it ends now. You've
both earned yourselves a month of detention."
"Ah, shit," Keith sighed. "Well, it was fun while it lasted."
David, ever the pragmatist, shrugged. "At least we made some decent
cheddar out of it."
And with that, Backwoods High returned to its usual chaos. Because in a
school like Backwoods High, "normal" was never really on the table.