I once read that when a man wakes up from a coma after having gotten into an accident, the first thing he typically does? He raises up the sheets. He wants to see what’s there. And what — if anything — might be missing.
The most valuable thing a man owns? At the risk of sounding vulgar — it’s his testicles. I mean all his man-ness is situated there. Football players, waiting in front of the goal when there’s a free kick, where are their hands? They’re not on their heads. They’re not protecting their noses or their shoulders, no way José. Nope, they’re always firmly planted in front of their crotch, cupping the goods.
The most valuable thing a man owns? His crown jewels. You can wax lyrically about your beloved spouse or your family or your honor, your loyal dog or God… and yet at the end of the day, the ol’ Frank & Beans win. Always.
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