It Has Been Said; A Deal's a Deal!

The Metro this morning;

"I said I'd cut my balls off if we won."

Rugby fan Geoffrey Huish, who performed the impromtu self surgery after his beloved Wales recently beat World Champion England. According to "The Australian," he then put them into a bag and took them to his favorite social club. He then collapsed from blood loss, and is now in a psychiatric ward.

What more is there to be said? The gentleman is most definitely of upstanding and forthright disposition. Definitely a man of his word, and proven beyond any doubt.

What would just be horribly comical about this situation, is if during the physiological and psychological changes that normally accompany the act of castration... that the gentleman then became a pathological liar.

This one kind of puts the Psycho Lesbian Nut Hunters in a snit as well I would imagine, as it was performed in homage to a very masculine sport and accomplishment. Done so, as is obvious, in the course of a committed exchange and deal with one's own self in celebration of masculinity. Testosterone is simply oozing off of this one.... and every drop of it is in celebration of being a man!

What a salute, huh. "Boy's, if you bring this one home, you can hang my balls over the mantle piece! To insure it ne'er be forgotten."


What the fuck was this guy thinking? Dedication is one thing..... cutting your balls off is entirely a different area. I could see maybe getting a set from the local sheep or cattle rancher for what ever price and presenting them at the pub... to carry on a good celebration... but to actually remove one's own testicles.... man, you just got to hand it to the guy.

Maybe it is that he reckoned it out? Perhaps he reasoned with himself in the light of his age and direction in life.... justifying no longer actually needing them? Mayhaps it is that he has found his bliss in watching rugby and drinking beers in the tavern.... knowing that he won't ever have any interest in the use of such as his own nut sack anymore?

Maybe.... if he gets to missing them some, he can just get some of those prosthetic testicles that a person can get for their pet when they castrate them....

...if it were me... I'd get the biggest ones that they have available! Soft ball size... maybe even bowling ball size... just as a conversation piece around the pub. Think about it. That's about all he's going to have in that area from here on out... it might as well be a dooo-zy!