SLB, my mate and true love, in a flat monotone with a perfect deadpan expression said in the general hubbub of conversation "That's a lot of balls." Of course I couldn't look at him, or else I'd have laughed, which was his exact intention.
Oh, sweet SLB, you were truly made for me. And I, having written "two large sacks" earlier, was clearly made for you.
Our married hands on Parisian beers. Le sigh...
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