Yo' Balls Smell

The dichotomous relationship between me and my b-sack is fascinating. On the one hand, after a workout or a pickup game of baloncesto, he and I understand that he requires some freshening up - repugnant, putrid and sinister are just a few of the adjectives that come to mind. In that sense, we're realists. Other times however, mainly when bedroom activity is on the horizon, we share a delusion that affects the majority of the male population. Bsack and I suddenly experience this misplaced sense of pride. We're both under the impression that the opportunity to handle him by a 3rd party is a privilege, and to that end, no shower is required. It wasn't until recently that our ego was shattered:

GF: So. Your not going to shower, huh?

Ace: ...what? Na, no need.

GF: well, um..yo balls smell

After the initial shock set in, I realized that this was not news to me. Bsack and I have shared this secret for years. Nonetheless, following the intervention, once Bsack settled down (he's got a temper), an agreement was reached to send a memo out to gentlemen everywhere. Remember guys, your balls stink. Do her a favor and Dial soap those fuckas before you go flailing them about.