Originally Posted by Bronco_Beerslug
I can see you're not getting into the spirit of things here. If you want to go someone where else then please assign your balls to someone else.
I've told this story before, but this reminds me of pig castration, and golfing. When I was hawking cars for some cuthroat dealership in Garland/Dallas, we golfed alot. There was a river to the left and a pig slaughterhouse across it. I don't know why, but they still used guns for the kill. I guess it was Texas afterall. So you waited for the next shot, giggled and teed off #1. It was strangely mobid but funny.
"Wait for the gunshot, you will slice it into the river"