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Originally Posted by JoeRedskin
I simply cannot read posts that start talking about "the temperature of the balls at the time of testing" without hearing Beevis and Butthead "heh heh ... heh heh ... you said balls heh heh."
"The time of testing" sounds like a wonderful new euphemism.
"I took one look at her shoulders and could not wait for the time of testing." (CRed knows what I'm talking about).
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Hey I had a '69 Mustang in high school with no driver side window. In the winter it would get cold as hell on the way so I'd keep one hand on the wheel and switch back and forth with the other between my legs to keep from freezing to death. Believe me when I say, I know a little something about the temperature of balls..