Possible Answer To Genital Fondling

I was reading blogs and happened to find the below clip, might be the answer to the gym indecency posting.


Speaking of balls (?), is there any substitute for a freshly Gold Bonded set of testes? This time of year is always hard on my jennies, with the weather changing and all. It’s not so much the outside conditions that bother them, but the fact that my office has trouble acclimating to temperature changes. Spring in NYC is erratic. One day it can be 80 and sunny, the next 55 and rainy. My building heating/cooling system is always a day behind, resulting in an uncanny ability to match the outside conditions. When it’s cold outside in spring, it’s cold inside my office. When it’s hot outside in spring, it’s hot inside my office.

Again, not good for the jennies. My balls basically stew for ten hours a day like two grapes in a hot bowl of oatmeal. Gross.


It has been really freaking warm in Milwaukee lately so this could be the reason dude in the gym was rubbing some shit on his sack. But it still doesn't explain why he was doing it right in front of another guy.

I had to go somewhere on Wednesday when it was 98 degrees outside. Knowing that I sweat like someone twice my size (can it be from the cigs and alcohol?) I changed into shorts and a t-shirt. Seriously, I don't know if I mentioned this before but on one of my jogs this week I noticed halfway through that my shorts looked like I had peed myself, great big wet V pointing from my stomach right straight down to my junk (maybe I should try that Gold Bond?). My Jeep Wrangler has been sitting in the sun for 8 hours and with the black soft top it gets hotter than a Jenna Jamison porn video (that's hot). I load my shit in the car, open all the windows, unzip the back window (takes too fricken long to take the whole top down), sit in the drivers seat and immediately begin to sweat. This is not going to work. I can only think of two options, 1) wear the t-shirt and sweat and since it's white it might not show exactly where the seat belt crosses my chest, or 2) take the shirt off and just soak my front seat with sweat. After 30 seconds of thought I realize my seat is going to see some sweaty action whether I have the shirt on or not so I take it off.

Five minutes later I'm driving in the hood with my shirt off. White guy, Jeep Wrangler, no shirt, great combination. Along the way I start to panic a little as the road I was going to take had a convenient "Bridge Out" sign on it. This does not help the sweating as now I'm nervous that I'll be late. The woman who almost hit me (and would have if I didn't swerve four feet over the center line to avoid her, actually surprised there wasn't any contact) doesn't help the sweating either as my heart instantly starts beating at a rapid pace. But I find the location, walk in, and they don't have air conditioning, I should refrase that, they have air but it's like A/C in a 88 Chevy Cavalier. At this point I give up, ain't nothing I can do to stop it now. I can start to see wet spots on my shirt, hoping and praying no one else will notice. Doesn't help that everyone I have to meet with is eye level with my soon to be sweat soaked chest. I do what I have to do, chat for just a bit and head home, once again stripping down to my shorts (or take off my t-shirt, stripping down to my shorts sounded better) as I noticed even hot air blowing across my bare chest is better than over a t-shirt. So it goes. Peace out and keep the beverages flowing.