Dan, Linus and I were nattering yesterday and stumbled upon the perfect implant for my currently empty right ball bag.
Yes, 'Silly Putty' - that playful 70's fiddle and mould icon.
We reasoned that if I put a wad of the putty in my bollock sack I could then kill time when I was bored by shaping the fake teste into all manner of interesting things.
A rhino? A space helmet? A flamingo? A Lada with roofrack? A church organ? Hey, anything's possible.
Plus, if I stretch my scrote and flatten it against the pages of my favourite comic I can probably transfer a carbon copy of the said strip onto my pouch - to be read later when on the bowl.
Brilliant work, lads.
Pee
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