Balls   1 comment

 

I met Victor in the hallway at work.  He asked, “How are you?” He’s Russian, so as a courtesy I tend to answer with something bleak.
“I hurt my testicles.”
“Oh, I am very sorry.” He sounded delighted. “How, if I may ask?”
“I got old.”

This was mostly true. It happened the day before, running. My right thigh kept banging into my nutsack for 6 miles. I’m going to have to invest in underwear with better elastic before my balls reach my knees (at their current rate of descent, that will be mid-summer).

So, yeah, I’ve gotten old without maturing: the NHS webpage screencapped, above, made me giggle.

Advertisements

Posted March 15, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in Made Me Laugh, Running

Tagged with , , ,

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: