Sexy Friday

Scrotox

If my boyfriend were to open my computer right now, click on ‘history’ and look at just about every Friday, he would surely think that I'm not quite right. Vaginal tattoos, pimping your vagina with rhinestones, orgasm shots that are injected via a needle, BDSM practices... Yes, it's intense what can be found in the depths of my laptop.

Because what the hell are we encountering on the web now. Or better said: what is Elke encountering. (Thank god I'm not the only one stumbling upon ridiculous sex news.) Today we're going to talk about scrotox. And that's exactly what you think it is, yes. Lately, it seems like ‘something’ has to happen down under more and more often. Because just, yes, that's so normal again. So boring. A bit of a man has already had a scrotox treatment or two.

‘Botox for your ball sack, your scrotum yes, these are no jokes.’

Because the older you get, the more your balls start to resemble the head of a Sharpei dog (if you don't know what they look like, click now, mandatory viewing). It's mother nature, it can't be helped. Unless, of course, you grow up in Hollywood where even the fat from a thick ring finger can be sucked away. For a few weeks now, the scrotox treatment has been all the rage. The number of requests has doubled in the past year. American athletes like cyclists and runners are huge fans of the treatment that would fill your ball sack a lot more, reducing wrinkles, chafing, and irritation. Even the 'sticky sack feeling' on a sweaty summer day could be alleviated by a little needle of botox in your sack. Moreover: it's sexy for the ladies, because the balls also look bigger and firmer. Only advantages, right? Okay, minus the price tag of 2800 dollars then. here On one hand: in the time when the designer vagina is a thing, the always somewhat ugly, undervalued scrotum deserves a bit more of the spotlight. The designer ball sack should at least be available in the all-you-can-repair package from the plastic surgeon, otherwise, it's outright genital discrimination. But all jokes aside: it seems quite scary to me to even touch such an inflated, half-exploded ball sack. Just about to burst out of its skin. Tight and proud. Despite the fact that botox is really not my kind of thing, I can imagine that facial wrinkles are not cool. But is there really not even supposed to be a wrinkle on your f*cking ball sack? Really? Hmm, intense. Then I'll take a Sharpei.

Oh and, if you really want to see the whole scrotox trend articulated brilliantly, then you should take a look at our friend.

. Skip to 1:46 minute and laugh, scream, and roar. He goes eh, nuts. James Corden If my boyfriend were to open my computer right now, click on 'history' and look at just about every Friday, he would surely think that I'm not...