This debate reminds me of that time I had a summer romance with Angelina Jolie. It was quite a few years back at this point. She and I met on the Boardwalk in a sleepy coastal town. It started innocently enough, sharing ice cream cones and sneaking a kisses while sunbathing.
But quickly we became passionate lovers. It was honestly the best sex I've ever had. I won't bore you with the details. However one day while making love in the shower for the fourth time that morning, I noticed that Angie occasionally neglected my testicles while going down on me.
It really bothered me. I mean she was supposed to be some great lover--maybe even the best lover in the world. And yet, sometimes my boys were missing out on the fun. I analyzed the delimma with my good friend Brad Pitt. Ultimately we decided Angie and I should call it quits.
I still think about her occasional failure to play with my balls. It's all I think about really.