If it was Sean Connery’s, maybe.
I really have nothing to add, except for the fact that I was laughing my ass off because of MockingBird, BlackKnight, and Rooves.
Thanks guys, I needed that.
Can we nominate Pit threads for Threadspotting?
Erm, I think that’s the scrotumy goodness they were talking about! 
Y’know, this is true. I was quite amazed when I discovered this…somewhere more than 35 years ago. It’s really odd to think that something is slowly and slightly, well, writhing all the time and you don’t even notice it.
Next time, Ruby, stare at it for a while to see if you can detect the motion.
My scrotum has a licence to carry a concealed weapon. You don’t fuck with a nutsack packing heat.
…oh and I don’t think I need to tell you just where he conceals it.
Um…yeah. I fear these two words will be stuck in my mind all day tomorrow.
Thats the word I was looking for …Writhing!
It could put an independent double wish-bone suspension to shame.
Well, when you think how many of those little guys are all crammed in there, trying to get out… I’m not suprised there’s a little writhing going on.
:::::::::I cannot breathe::::::this is too funny:::::::::Where in the hell is the smilie for spewing all over the screen?
I have this vision of all the male dopers standing there naked, looking down at their genitalia watching it move independantly on it’s own.
Follow the bouncing ball!
Where’s the other one? :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek:
Bouncing ball?
OWWWWWWWWWWW!
It doesn’t? I for one can relate numerous incidents in which said organ commanded me to act in ways that were contrary to all known standards of common sense. Furthermore, I have always found myself powerless to refuse these commands even though I knew carrying them out would result in me either being slapped, kicked, or called a pig.
Your assertion is irresponsible and unresearched. If you would like to study the subject further please call 555-555-5555 ( when the hands-free kits came out I got mine its own cell phone).
I believe that the separate sentient drive devoted solely to crawling towards you and spreading scrotumy goodness is known as the “man.”
Now this really did make me laugh out loud. 
I’ve decided that I don’t want to see naked chickens in the supermarket; I want them to dress them all up in little cardigans; I’ll choose the one I like and undress it at home.
Oysters? Don’t even ger me started on those!
Actually, don’t oysters usually come in their shells? I wouldn’t know, I’ve only really seen them alive (and of course I have lots of interesting empty shells around, but that’s par for course). So, it’s not much of a comparison.
Well, what oysters do the privacy of their own shells is really none of my business, but when the fishmonger insists on displaying them on the half shell, well! <splutter> Obscene!
Re: the writhing of the scrotum and the slow shuffling dance of the testicles.
I can sit for ages and watch my bloke’s scrotum shuffle and writhe. It’s fascinating.