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My balls are in heaven right now.  It is like ten thousand tiny little leprechauns are down there massaging my sack with the skill and precision that only comes from having spent years in an Asian massage parlor in the seedy part of town.

Oh?  What’s this?

Mint?

Bless their hearts, they all simultaneously popped tiny little Altoids into their tiny little mouths and started giving me a tongue bath!

So minty fresh!  And cool!  It is the next best thing to having an air conditioner shoved down your pants, minus the added bulk to your bulge.

They are no longer my dingleberries.  They are my TINGLEberries.

You must try this.  Seriously.  Your balls will thank you.

Probably not quite as good of an idea for the ladies, though.