Comments on: Balls on the Table

By: Gwhizz

Gwhizz — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 13:04:38 +0000

Hmmm…this shows just how illogical the female brain can be sometimes. Comparing balls to boobs…LOL. Balls are not comparable to boobs. Boobs would be more comparable to pecs if anything. you see, balls are a sexual organ. They would be more comparable to a womans ovaries.

The reason guys have a fascination with their balls is quite possibly because they are what makes you a man. The balls produce testestorone whihc in turn gives you manly features, like broad shoulders, deep voive, high sex drive etc. So, guys with big balls are proud of their manhood, so to speak. Its a manly thing and only natural for us guys to be proud of our manly balls…LOL

Women don’t really seem to have anything they can compare it to. Hmmm..I guess boobs to a certain degree are a sign of being a woman, but not in the same way as a mans balls. A woman with small reats could have the same amount of estrogen as a woman with massive hangers.

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By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Sun, 26 Jul 2009 01:01:16 +0000

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By: Amy

Amy — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 18:58:43 +0000

An explanation from the hostess of the monkey mask balls party:

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Excellent questions. From what I can tell — after looking back at some photo albums –The kilt-and-monkey-mask party was the simpsons halloween party, which you and Steve barely attended — you drove in from South Bend I believe — but you attended long enough for me to boss you into standing up in my wedding and to boss you into being my friend forever, as we had known each other three full weeks. If you recall, you had to be someone who was on the Simpsons but was not a Simpson: I was Kid Rock, Carter was Groundskeeper Willy in overalls; Matt was GKW in a kilt; Brody was Mr. Burns, George Bush and a roller skating monkey (“No, I don’t think we’ll be telling them that.”); Margo was Mary Bobbins; Kozich was Willie Nelson; you were pinchy; Steve was Bumblebee Man.

The party the following year was the more eventful event. It’s the party where you were me, I was Brody, Klitz was ballgame, Kelly was Britney Spears, Steve was boy band Steve, Carter was a pirate being driven nuts, Bertt was Twinkie the Kid, Margo was a bunch of grapes (and announced the fetus-that-became-Sadie) and I think John was Wolverine from X-Men. The hook-up and pinata were at this party.

I think the basement olympics happened every time we were in the basement, but mostly at your baby shower.

Good frickin’ times.
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This clears up pretty much nothing.

By: Hillbilly in Monkey's Shadow

Hillbilly in Monkey's Shadow — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 02:27:14 +0000

Great post, my favorite ball related display was a simple, “hey are these your gloves?” and when you turned to look you didn’t see your gloves you saw a set of balls. Also a fun pastime was busting out the balls in the background of group photos, Monkey C was notorious for this. B-man has great photographic evidence.

By: klitzy

klitzy — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 02:04:30 +0000

I just realized that my post is filled with lies, memory loss, and possibly time travel. I was a dirty rotten super hero that year.
The previous year I was dressed as Fake Name. I may or may not have put my balls on the table that year.

By: Amy

Amy — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 01:59:01 +0000

Wait, now I’m confused. Was it Fake Name’s balls that were out, or yours?

By: klitzy

klitzy — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 01:54:33 +0000

I was dressed up as Fake Name at this party, and either the Fake Fake Name or the Real Fake Name hooked up with your best friend Brittney Spears. No one will ever know which Faker it was.

By: Amy

Amy — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 01:26:01 +0000

Steve cried a little when he read your responses. Perhaps it was the memories, perhaps he’s on his period.

Was this the party where Fake Name hooked up with my best friend after we busted open the adult pinata and frantically dove around the pee hole in the Stad’s basement to retrieve mini bottles of booze and condoms after playing the indoor basement olympics? Just wondering.

By: fake name

fake name — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 16:29:37 +0000

I recollect the aforementioned parties, albiet vaguely. I seem to remember that it was a chimpanzee dressed as a human wearing a kilt. That monkey sure could down a lot of beer.

Looking down at the table in front of me I notice that it is time for me to go.