...And then I saw his balls

Buhster's birfday post is hard to top, however, today I witnessed something almost as horrific. I was running in the middle of the day, as many unemployed people do, when I hit my 2 mile mark. I bent over to take a few breaths and looked over to see a guy in just his running shorts--no shirt. Okay, no problem, but what was that pink thing...I looked over again and HOLY SHIT! That was a ball, a nut, a sack or whatever you wanna call it. Dude, if you're standing straight up and I can look over at your balls there is a problem. WARDROBE MALFUNCTION! Morbid fascination almost caused me to look a third time, but I've seen enough balls in my life that I decided it best to just start running again.