Customer 1: [yelling at someone out in the bar] “HEY, CHAD. DID I NOT ONCE GET MY SCROTUM CAUGHT IN MY ZIPPER?”
Customer 2: “Jesus. We’re getting married on Saturday. How did I not know this about you?”
Customer 1: “You’ve never noticed the J-shaped scar on my balls? There was meat on both sides of the metal. Anyway, let’s go get a drink. I need a cocktail.”
You and me both, Teddy Boy. But let’s maybe use yours as antiseptic.