Forget cowbell - world needs more ballsack.

Every single time I drive out of my driveway I think "BALLSACK!"

Dave bought a lion statue last year, and positioned it at the front of our drive. Every time I drive past it I am greeted with this:

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                                                 BALLSACK!

I have a husband and three sons, so it makes perfect sense that we needed more balls in the house. Oh, Dave actually bought two lions, so even if I drive out the other way, I just see the *other* lion ballsack.

I looked out one morning, turned to Dave, and asked him why all the phallic symbols? Specifically, the large ironstone rock he asked an excavator to come and spend an hour to turn upright.

                                     I call it the cock rock.

He looked at me like I was speaking Greek, which I was.
Phallus - φαλλός: To inflate, swell.

Yesterday Dave rang me and I said, hey hon, how's it hangin'?

And he answered "Snug and tight." We laughed for about one full minute without stopping, until I said there is no way either of us could ever be married to anybody else.

Thank you for your comments this week Computer. Straight from your heart to mine and back. I need to mix up heavy posts with ones like these, so I appear light-hearted and normal.

More ballsack to you.