So...I'm driving to work today, and I'm behind a beater of a Chevy pickup. You know the kind. Pale blue and rust tailgate on a brown and rust body. Step bumper with two hitch balls...
and two other balls.
I couldn't see them real well at first, so I got over to the side for a better look. I suspected what I was seeing, but until I got off to the side, away from the low-slung bumper, I couldn't tell for sure. Yup, there they were, in all of their molded plastic, flesh-colored, bulging-vein glory. Truck balls.
I laughed for about two miles, both for the inherent humor of it all, and out of relief that the brain-dead buckaroo driving the old heap with a "Speed kills, so drive a Ford and live forever" decal on the back window wouldn't smash into me somehow...either out of simple aggression or pure lack of sufficient thought power.