When I've made one too many trips to the Burger Barge, I burn off those calories at the local YMCA. Granted, it's not the most posh of places, but it gets the job done. It also attracts its fair share of crazies. Case in point, last night, I opened the door to the men's locker room and was almost blown away by the unmistakable odor of funky balls. It was so overpowering that I almost didn't go any farther. I wasn't even in the locker room yet; surely no one has a stench this bad. I took a few more steps inside, and that's when I saw him. Charlie Chinaman was standing next to the sink, hair dryer in one hand, balls in the other, drying his carpet. It was the most disgusting thing I'd smelled in a long time, and the visual didn't help either......but hey, no one likes wet balls.
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