Do your balls hang low? Do they swing to and fro?
Can you tie 'em in a knot? Can you tie 'em in a bow?
Can you throw 'em o'er your shoulder like a Continental soldier?
Can you do the double shuffle when your balls hang low?
Remember a couple of months ago when I told you that Tom told me about a football player that had a staph infection that settled in his nether regions?
Well he did and gullible ol' Jen fell for the story hook, line and sinker.
Turns out Tom was just yanking my chain.
So the other day when he told me about his friend who is cursed with a set of low-hanging balls I greeted the story with a great deal of scepticism.
I'm thinking that if and when I ever meet this person I simply must insist on a visual inspection.