Oh no! Not at all!! I was saying the exact opposite, actually - that owing a pair of *balls *has led to familiarity with them, hence lack of excitement in that direction. I have female friends who are the same with respect to their boobs.
But as for me: Boobies! Yay! Boobies! Yay!! Boobies!! YAY!!
er… I think you get the idea. 
Are you kiddin’? At my age, when I sit on the pot I look like I’m brewin’ a huge cup of Earl Grey!
You’re obviously spoiled. There are no such things as “Bad Boobies”.
No I think you’re spoilded. Do we have to show you pictures?
It’d help. to me, any healthy bare breasts are good breasts. Even for cases of unfortunate plastic surgery. And we don’t discriminate against anyone who’s had any other sort of treatment. I think I can get a pass on someone who has a diseased condition – most folks wouldn’t blame you for not wanting to kiss a cold sore. But regardless of how unaesthetic, bare breasts are to be treasured.
Oh great. A perfectly nice thread about balls. Then someone inevitably finds a way to steer the topic towards boobs. Now the next three pages are going to be breast commentaries & boob jokes. :rolleyes:
It’s the way it should be!!
It’s the American Way of (Full Breasted) Life!
This is the second time time today I’ve read a reference to that song and that activity.
Is it a reference to something recent that I’ve missed out on?
Thanks a lot… I just flashed back to that awful quote about waxing from David Beckham…
“Back, sack and crack!”
Gah…
I may have to turn in my Guy Nation card. I find my own gonads to be largely an uninteresting nuisance, and too prone to injury and discomfort to feel especially proud about. When the trouser snake gets out of alignment I’m filled with a sense of sastisfaction that adjustments are even necessary. When my rocks are grinding uncomfortably I feel nothing but annoyance and an urgent desire to escape crowds and remedy the situation. Comfortable penile posture can usually be restored with subtlety, but when balls are out of bounds, one usually must dig around in the crotch area after one’s own nuts with the urgency and sublety of a hungry chipmunk. It’s almost impossible to unjumble discretely. Perhaps the ability to retract them would help; but dancing spasms of the cremaster leave me more skeeved than impressed, and the muscle seems not up to the task of anything more on-demand and protective.
As for aroma: I find the odor of sweaty beanbag wafting from my unwashed nethers to be rather unpleasant, and feel duty bound to rememdy the situation before Madame Loupé and I get jiggy.
Metaphorical balls are all well and good, but the actual glands could use a redesign, if you ask me.
I am utterly fascinated by my husband’s balls. I, too, discovered sometime shortly after we started sleeping together that if you just sit down there and watch them, they move. It’s eerie but ultimately awesome at the same time. I love it. Then there’s the blowing on them, 'til they shrink and try to hide, then slowly slink back out again.
Balls are FUN!
I can be terribly gullible.
One day one of my co-workers reported that he had just read in a journal of a new skin grafting procedure for burn victims, using the scrotum as a graft for the top and back of the head… supposedly a good match for a few reasons, elasticity and the presence of hair (however sparse) being the main ones cited.
I repeated the story excitedly several times before it occurred to me that he’d made it up.
Awwwwww. We need gullible people. Even gullible Canadians.
You need to post more so we can pick on you. Maybe we should start a thread aboot it.
It really blew me away when I found out that there’s no Spanish word for ‘gullible’.
Good start, fetus golf clap.
Genius. Sheer genius.
Went to the pub with my partner last night and informed her that I needed her help for an experiment later that night…
Got to bed, and whipped the ole chaps out.
Plenty of movement. Check.
Stroke my thigh. Downwards. And watch…
Nothing happened. They just rolled around haphazardly.
My gf then swept the covers back over me saying “Cover yourself up darling, you’re getting cold.” :eek:
How humiliating.
Some serious marine style training is on the cards. You will comply soldiers!