First off, I have to admit. Scrotums are just kinda nasty. They are ugly as they can possibly be and to top that off, They Move. On Their Own.
No readjusting by the man that owns them, they just move if they get too hot or too cold.
My daughter had a hairless rat named Thad. I thought his name should have been Scrot for obvious reasons.
What if boobs were like that? Moving around on my chest depending on their temperature at the moment? I'd move to Alaska faster than someone could say Bra Size. My boobs all clenched high and tight up on my chest? In a heartbeat..cause the alternative would be a warm climate where they'd be wandering down and checking out my belly button. I tell ya, that would totally take the fun out of a belly shirt! Ewww.
Uh oh, I wonder if they'd be all wrinkled up though when they are holding on tight? Like a plum that has sat out too long and starts to turn into a prune? Not that MY boobs resemble plums in anyway, just in case you were wondering! Heh.
I'm so thankful that none of my body parts move unless I make them do so. There, now no matter WHAT is going on in your life, there is one thing that you can always be thankful for. And any guys that stumble across here (Jason and Marido...) all I can say is I'm really sorry that you had to read this.
Have a great St. Patty's day everyone. I'm coming back home today!