I left one crucial tidbit out of the above story. On the occurrence of of our second honeymoon, I asked the Three Balled Man what he did for a living.
He is a Doctor!
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Now, not to embarass any polyorchidists reading this, I hope you are proud of your extras, but, surely, there must be some great Limericks on the subject. Any contributions out there? Here's an attempt:


I once met a man from Tacoma
With a delightful, though, musky aroma
Watching him take a pee
And much to my glee
He was bouncing, not two balls, but three!

Cheers! -Roadster Steve