For the most part I agree, testicles are little bags of joy and happiness, but I met a man whose sack was like a sack of nightmare, I don’t know what he’d done to it but the stench, the colour, the shape… I swear he must have had three testicles or something. It seemed to writhe too… let this be warning to you all, hot men with great smiles and an impressive bulge can and sometimes do have strange deformities and terrible personal hygiene.
As soon as it actually smells (in a bad way rather than the musk of a REALLY HOT guy) then I’m out of there. Bad personal hygiene = no Mish sex for you.
I think at this point I should feel quite justified in asking one simple question.
WTF?
It was a mythos moment dude, tumbling from Cthulhu slippers into some other non-Euclidean giggle-space!
He means he took one look at my breasts earlier and said ‘Shoggoths’!
I’ve looked at testicles and had the same thought run through my mind. *shudder*
But testicles are great! Never came across a pair I didn’t like.
You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen testicles I didn’t like either. They remind me far too much of cute little furry animals not to be liked…
And if you stroke them they move… I love the way they move!
For the most part I agree, testicles are little bags of joy and happiness, but I met a man whose sack was like a sack of nightmare, I don’t know what he’d done to it but the stench, the colour, the shape… I swear he must have had three testicles or something. It seemed to writhe too… let this be warning to you all, hot men with great smiles and an impressive bulge can and sometimes do have strange deformities and terrible personal hygiene.
As soon as it actually smells (in a bad way rather than the musk of a REALLY HOT guy) then I’m out of there. Bad personal hygiene = no Mish sex for you.