When Scrotum Goes Bad.

First of all, if my niece Paris is reading this,  DON'T!! For the love of Christ don't do it. Turn back. Go & watch Twilight or something.

Secondly, I'd like to give the credit for today's post to my girl Jeri from That's Mrs Bitch To You. She inspired the guts of it with her informative link she passed on for my information.

For those new to my blog, I have been an avid Rugby Scrot hunter for a while now. And I'm failing at this shit yo. Modern sports apparel have made it virtually impossible for testicles to escape it's wrapping for my viewing pleasure.

Now I don't actually dig man testes at all. In fact, aside from the unattractive penis itself (come on ladies, y'all know that dicks are evil & ugly as hell), ball sacks are one of god's ultimate fail creations. No amount of chocolate sauce & teste bling will change my mind. I have never, nor will I ever, meet a man with an attractive scrotum. Mainly because I am married now & Blake says I'm not allowed to touch/lick/cup gently/smash with my fist of rage/be tea bagged by anyone else balls bags except his very own. And even his make me run screaming.

RAM BALLS. SWEET JESUS.

(He doesn't look happy though right?)

My reasons for desperately seeking nut exposure in a rugby game is purely curiosity. All that testosterone right, surely there are a set of giant balls to match? Lets just say, it's on my bucket list to see the beans of a sexy rugby superstar. Because why the hell not, I'm a dirty old pervert & I just want to.

That was until I saw this (again thanks Jeri, you made me vom up my lunch). Please enjoy my photo/musical montage of the naked rugby scrotum fest. And I am not sorry ok. You come here, this is what you get. It's got to be better than a picture of a giant shit in a bush outside my work.

Please note: We do have some very good looking men in New Zealand. However, they were obviously busy working that day & couldn't participate.

You have no idea how long it took me to make that. And how long I had to sit there watching the same pictures of ugly dicks & balls over & over & over again.

But I did it because I love you whores like a good sneaky vag scratch. Even though after watching it, you might think I don't really love you at all because surely no one who loves someone would make them watch that?! I show my affections by giving you presents & showing you pictures of ugly diddles. It's backwards I know but that's how I roll.

It's 7am on Saturday morning & my husband has just been taken to Nelson Airport. Last minute spur of the moment decision. He & his South African boys decided to fly to Wellington for the Springbok game against Fiji tonight. So I'm home alone. With my snot & hacking cough (yep I'm sick again).

I may be sick but I can still motherfucking shop.

Big Snotty Loves!

P.S You can't quit me over this.