Keep 'em coming, folks 
Well yeah, I’m sorry you don’t think it’s funny. Sometimes people tell jokes that I don’t get either. But I don’t freak out at them about it: I don’t blame other folks for lapses in my own sense of humor.
Daniel
Blasphemy! (Yes, I’m aware you own one, and that you said “IMHO”. But still…)
So I’m wondering if it’s my fault you didn’t get it. The “Aaaaaarrrrrrrgh” is straight out of Charlie Brown, and my hyperbole was not disguised in any way. Sadly, satirical humor is often missed by the Humor Impaired. You can probably get protection under the People with Disabilities Act.
Seek to acquire a sense of humor; you can probably get one pretty cheap on ebay.
<---- This shows that I am joking. Hope that helps.
I don’t remember any of your posts being “uptight assholish” it was some of the others here who can’t buy a clue in nearly ANY exchange whom we were discussing with that phrase.
Zabali and Ruby put it much more eloquently, but you need to go re-read the OP.
I mean come on, people use this kind of silly exaggeration in all sorts of humor, not just the scotal.
Haven’t you ever heard anyone goodnaturedly complain about something and turn it into humor?
I don’t know, something like say…their wife’s cooking? Now, their wife is probably an adequate cook, but at work with his buddies, the guy is silly and over the top and makes it sound as if she’s trying to poison him at every turn.
He’s being SILLY, and exaggerating in the interest of putting a humorous spin on a situation.
The same as Ruby did in this thread. Since 99 % of the responders to her original vent “get it” I think it’s not that she wasn’t being funny, or was truly saying she wanted to bleach her eyes (really now…you can’t have taken the things she said seriously?), she was taking a mildly aggravating experience and having fun with it.
Well, I can understand how male or female lovers/admirers of this item can think that it’s attractive…but to me, although I adore it’s functionality, am not too crazy about the wrappings. hehe
Aaahh, this thread puts me in mind of times long ago when I was a young lass just learning the intricacies of the penis stress test game… I discovered the writhing capability of the scrotum and became convinced, young SF reader that I was, that in the future when we had the ability to clone discrete parts of the human body that scrotum racing would be the ahem coming thing! Just get them scrotums all nice and warm, lick one side of them and then gently blow on the wet side and watch them crawl away toward the finish line like a bunch of fuzzy sea urchins. I still think of the idea now and then and it never fails to bring a lone tear of joy to my eye… All those plumber crack butts waggling as the owners encourage their wrinkly crinkly contestants on… Tra la la… 