Once I was at a Vagina Monologues cast party and I blacked out. The next morning I woke up in a tub of ice with my balls missing and a letter that said, “Dear John, Fuck you. Sincerely, Your Balls.” Enlarge/Comments DOs & DON'Ts
Maybe it’s because we were 12 at the time and sex was about as foreign to us as what it must be like to be in Iron Maiden, but being a metal groupie has gone from a glamorous pasttime to something just below cleaning out the foreskins of deformed orphans in Chernobyl.
