Do we have to talk about your balls?

I work in advertising and it is a little different. I’ve gotten used to sometimes being one of the guys, or at least talking like one. Anything goes and it makes the day a lot more interesting. So it’s five of them and me for lunch one day. It only takes a minute for the conversation to take a turn, down a back alley of filth and tacky innuendo. YAY. Let’s talk about shit other people won’t. It’s all about the shock value now.

These guys like to talk about balls. Not their own, that’s just creepy, but balls in general. And since I like to push the envelope and ask ridiculous questions it’s a nice match. Someone they know is 1-ball shy and that’s enough to get it going, how important are balls, really?

Would you rather lose a ball or your hair?

If you only had 1 ball when do you tell the new girl you’re dating?

How long could you keep it a secret?

If you had more than 2 would you brag?

Their ball-talk must be like our bikini wax chat, there are lots of notes to compare. And I didn’t have brothers so hey, I appreciate the information. When one of them tries to steer the conversation in another direction, bringing up the topic I really never need to talk about-poop-I’m disgusted. Ugh. I’m a lady. Come on, balls are fun.