Here we see prosthetic testicles made by a company called, "SiliMed." I kid you not. I'm not sure why anyone who isn't actually in the porn industry would want such a thing, but apparently many men do. If only I could have mine set up to as a change purse, or just another pocket. Perhaps a place to keep an emergency condom...in my scrotal pocket. My urologist did mention the possible use of a pair of silicom balls to me, but I rejected due to the nagging presence of a modicum of self-respect. Plus, who besides my girlfriend is going to see them? They're not like breast implants, where everyone can gaze in awe and wonder at a pair of perfect breasts. And I can't imagine coming out of the shower at the YMCA and hearing a fellow say, "Hey, man, those are some nice, symmetrical balls you have there!" Not without starting a nasty fight, anyway. There just aren't enough people looking at my scrotum to justify prosthetic balls. Perhaps if I join a nudist colony, or get as famous as Paris Hilton and need to look get for when I get out of my limo without underwear on.This whole thing happens on Earth. Some of it here, some of it there, and some of it near you. There are four cats in my flat, my wife, and a dog named Annie. This is my little bloggie.
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Silly Med Prosthetics
Here we see prosthetic testicles made by a company called, "SiliMed." I kid you not. I'm not sure why anyone who isn't actually in the porn industry would want such a thing, but apparently many men do. If only I could have mine set up to as a change purse, or just another pocket. Perhaps a place to keep an emergency condom...in my scrotal pocket. My urologist did mention the possible use of a pair of silicom balls to me, but I rejected due to the nagging presence of a modicum of self-respect. Plus, who besides my girlfriend is going to see them? They're not like breast implants, where everyone can gaze in awe and wonder at a pair of perfect breasts. And I can't imagine coming out of the shower at the YMCA and hearing a fellow say, "Hey, man, those are some nice, symmetrical balls you have there!" Not without starting a nasty fight, anyway. There just aren't enough people looking at my scrotum to justify prosthetic balls. Perhaps if I join a nudist colony, or get as famous as Paris Hilton and need to look get for when I get out of my limo without underwear on.
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