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14 July 2005



Wow, you know how to make the boys (thank you Kramer) feel appreciated.

Don't forget vasectomy scars. :-) Mine make me a little more tender to rough handling (one was never a problem, but I had a reversal and then another vasectomy so most people needn't freak out -- I never have.) On the other hand mine love spidery little fingernail scratches, especially just as I'm about to come.

On another note don't short change your sly slippery labia. Just as you can wax poetic about testes I write rhapsodies about them.



Hilarious and brilliant CG!!!

Not sure what type of balls I have, but you made me feel better about them nonetheless!


What a fabulous post! I just found your blog. I will certainly be back, and often. ;)
Cheers, O


I switched from tea leaves to tea bags a few years ago, and I haven't looked back since.

I do like a good cuppa.

Chelsea girl, you are a girl close to my own heart.


"And there they are in every man’s pants knock knock knocking together. Not slyly rubbing like the labia lips of my pussy, but bouncing gently in their little sacks, each ball with his twin, a happy loving couple that snuggles together in the cold and splays out in the heat, joining in play sometimes with their friend the cock."

Bloody brilliant. (shakes head) Absolutely.

Caius Durling

First, a few straightforward observations:

1. The sport of choice for the urban poor is: BASKETBALL.
2. The sport of choice for maintenance level employees is: BOWLING.
3. The sport of choice for front-line workers is: FOOTBALL.
4. The sport of choice for supervisors is: BASEBALL.
5. The sport of choice for middle management is: TENNIS.
6. The sport of choice for corporate officers is: GOLF.

Which, of course, leads us to the inevitable conclusion:

The higher you are in the corporate structure, the smaller your balls become.


Your right! Gravity is not kind to a man's balls. they sag just like a womans boobs. My husband had high balls that were really big and hard. but the bigger they are the harder they fall. his r down to his knees he has to where a ball bra to hold them up so he does not accidently sit on them. my husband laught when my perky boobs hit the floor never thinking he end up with the same problem. haha

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