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Originally posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?
Apropos of this, I had a buddy who was jacked in the nads by a ball in HS. He went down. His best friend's dad was a doctor. The doc ran on the field, pulled down the buddy's pants, and proceeded to examine his twigs and berries to see if everything was okay. About 500 fans were present. Good times.
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This reminds me -- my kids' babysitter was all atwitter a few weeks ago, because she told me there was a "mass" in my baby's testicles, and that the doctor should have a look. The kids were all due for checkups anyway, and while examining the baby, the doc included the 'ol "have a look at the scrotum" check. No problems.
The babysitter insisted that there was something in there, and that I should check too. So, I did; I found not one, but TWO little masses in there -- i.e., his testicles.
The babysitter said, "See? I told you there was something in there!", to which I replied -- "Yes; they're his testicles." How could she not know this? She has 3 children (one a boy) and two grandchildren (one a boy), and a husband! What gives?
The other babysitter was cracking up meanwhile.
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