*reaches with a large, rough and dirty hand up under Me kilt and checks...one..mmhhmm, yes two...two large and hairy egg shaped gonads...gripping them firmly I winced, giving them a tug I yelped...having concluded they were Mine because after all they were encased by a funky sweaty scrotum which was attached directly below what, in a dark room with the right woman, could pass for a rather formidable club. I shrugged and released My grip, very confident indeed it was not I to whom She spoke.

YikesMGripes! agreed B, at times, nasty! Now then, Who fer Loki sake ya tak'in bout?

lots of soap with the scent of flowers will work feral *she just shakes her head as she chuckles and skedaddles*

Men without balls are useless. Snickers and walks away from the boards, humming a happy tune.

Just...oh My PriestKings, BOL-ing!!!