Yesterday, I went for a bike ride. For starters, it was 32 out.
For seconds, it was windy, so I had to get low on the saddle.
For thirds, I was wearing tight biking shorts.
I got home, jumped in the shower, and started washing my balls. Ummmm, check that. I started washing my BALL. My left nut was nowhere to be found.
There was the right nut, filling his rightful space in the ball-sack. But, on the left, just a wrinkly skin-bag. :eek:
Dude, where’s my nut?
I started pushing around and god bless the little guy if he hadn’t curled up inside for a warm winter nap, right next to my wang. I’m sure he woulda come back on his own when things warmed up but I gave him a little push to get him started.
I guess there’s some extra room down there I didn’t even know I had. I just wish he woulda told me he was taking off for a while.
thanks for the heads up! I’m going out today since we’re gonna be 36 or so! But I’m sure as hell gonna wear more than shorts. I’ll put a geolocator on my right one, that’s usually the one that disappears on me.
Isn’t it odd/cool/fascinating how, even though our bodies are basically ‘us’. We still have to learn their idiosyncrasies as if they are somehow completely separate from that which defines us as ‘me’.
It retracted into your body cavity because it didn’t like the cold. If it does not re-emerge within 48 hours, please call your doctor. Sometimes they have to, uh, go fish 'em back out. :eek: