washing your junk after sex

In the song where he burns the girl's house down afterward? frogbs, stop digging!

whoops!

Dude, you are either most pointless troll ever or just really fucking dumb.

frogbs, you are so controversial! i love it!!

Not mutually exclusive, ENBB

ha

true

frogsb, your style is fun without being too flashy, perfect for these long summer days. i salute your modern sensibility and fearless range of looks and emotions. i know they said you were just a "flash in this pan", but i beg to differ with the experts. who said quality control was just a thing of the nineties?

Seriously? 'Cause I don't remember qc being all that great in the nineties.

Also, frogbs, my totally unsolicited advice to you is not to respond a whole day later to that kind of critique. Take note of what she said and meant, pretend you never saw it, and move on, hopefully to better and nobler climes. This kind of online contumely is not only nagl but kind of sad.

oof and i thought frogbs was gonna get all the sb's itt but michael's gone for broke there

eh xp tbf

you know what they say. if you can remember what quality control was like in the nineties, then you probably weren't throwing clumps of mud at Puddle of Mudd at Woodstock '99

lol

in this thread, we are paternalistic

hi im matt damon

in this thread, we are paternalistic

Me? I was aiming more for avuncular.

man for a thread about balls this is taking a weird turn

But I do promise to you guys that I will be more mindful of the history of having and taking, etc.

frogbs, do you like ABBA?

hmm. i'll take a pass on that one.

haha, michael

We should poll washing your junk during sex, i.e. sexytimes in the shower.

goddammit, I thought I'd ruined this thread yesterday

must everything be taken from me

You'll always have "nutsmell".

Here's looking at you(r nutsack) kid.

You'll always have "nutsmell".

that reminds me, I should shower and turn on the AC

theater of the mind

Yes, actually, I do mind.

that reminds me, I should shower and turn on the AC

mr. pretentious "oh i take showers during hot weather months" . honestly, i've had just about enough of the snobby crowd that iltmi seems to attract

Automatic thread bump. This poll's results are now in.

And justice for (most of ) all...

Seriously? 'Cause I don't remember qc being all that great in the nineties.

Came out in 2000 iirc

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PgpDN-bARwc

does the nut itself have an odor or are we referring to a more general leg-meets-body crotch smell?

This is interesting, because I have to tell you something: I find that the same smell usually associated with my junk also can be found in ah my belly button. From this I surmise that it's largely a "skin stuck together" smell.

yeah, sweat pockets kind of thing imo.

And, y'know, not to overdetail but balls are hairy to go with it.

my junk does not smell like my belly button, thank god, because only a paper mill smells worse (maybe) than that

they don't have to be, darragh.

And, y'know, not to overdetail but balls are hairy to go with it.

I have noticed this once or twice.

belly button smells are really the worst non-butt human smells around

sorry tonsil stones are the worst

maybe if you put a tonsil stone into a belly button and then squirted some nutsmell into the belly button

oh yeah I did that once

it smelled pretty bad

I knew a guy who did that except he would expunge it into a cigar box

wait I think I got it mixed up

O_ok what in the fuck @ tonsil stones

life is a beautiful thing and so fucking gross

tonsilloliths

call them by their unbearably elegant name

i think R'lyeh was built out of the tonsilloliths of the Old Ones..

Everyone I have asked about this topic irl (not coworkers) has responded "no, you crazy." sample size all male so far

"...I'd like a double quarterpounder with cheese. btw, do you wash your balls after fucking?"

Why are y'all always smelling your belly buttons? Don't you have to be super flexible to do that anyway?

Sniffing your belly button is a sign of the devil

sniffing your junk, however . . .