I've come to this conclusion based on the fact that they are quite hairy and every time my personal groomer monkey comes to help groom me, all it does is root around in there for ticks'n'shit.
So, once my balls are sweet and smooth and hair-free (thanks to my newly got ball-Alopecia [alopecia-testicles]), I will reward the ladies of the world with a five-hundred day streak-a-thon where, much like Tom Hanks in that movie about the guy who invented basically everything in america through sheer dumb-fuck-retardary, I will run across the country. In the buff.
Thanks for hearing me out.
Love,
Scott Alan Stapp
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