Good Morning Mr. Testicles...
About a week ago, I was sitting in a waiting room at the Doctor's office. An older gentleman about the age of 70, sat down directly across from me. He was a rather large man with broad shoulders and forearms that, even at his age, still seemed quite formidable. He had white hair, dark glasses and a perfectly trimmed mustache that reminded me of my Uncle Bill. He was wearing a navy blue polo shirt, tucked neatly into a pair of khaki shorts, held up by a dark brown, canvas belt. He donned white tube socks that were pulled up past his calves. He sported a pair of good, old fashioned boat shoes on his feet. He looked like the kind of guy that would tell you war stories and bad jokes. He was probably concealing a tattoo of a screaming, American eagle on his shoulder. For no reason at all, I wanted to know him better. After about a minute, he shuffled in his chair and crossed his legs to get comfortable. Then without warning... BAM!!! His testicles were hanging out of the bottom of his s...