I don’t want to get too heavy on you, so I’ll jump in at “ballsack.” I was in the middle of my dad’s eulogy, talking about a wackadoo who used to call his business number. Dad was a shrink, and because he advertised in the Yellow Pages under every possible heading (Anger Management, Jewish Psychoanalysis,… keep reading…
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