JANUARY 30, 2009 1:41PM

Scratching My Balls

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One regret that I have in life is that I will never feel the ultimate satisfaction of scratching my balls.

I don't have balls.  Nor anything similar to balls.  And I understand that they are some of the most sensitive things there are in the world.  So I am guessing that when they itch, scratching them would achieve the most satisfaction that one could experience.

So, I am issuing an OS challenge, a serious one:  what experience could be as satisfying as scratching your balls?

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Let me tell you - few things are as satisfying as a good old-fashioned ball scratch.
I think that if they are that itchy, there is some kind of cream for that.

I always assumed it was kind of metaphorical myself, rather than a real thing. I could be wrong.

Been kicked in them plenty of times, but never found them itchy enough to scratch. Maybe I'm some kind of freak.
ha! so many wonderfully filthy things came immediately to mind that i'm going to have to go away for awhile, and ponder.
Shankin' your leg in order to get them unstuck when they're sweaty?
Scratching my balls, hmmm?! I can't for the life of me think of wh...wait, I think I'm coming up with something right now...alright, all you people with filthy minds, it's not what you're thinking. It would be if someone takes their fingers and strokes, ever so lightly, the bottom of my feet!!! GOTCHA!!! And my feet are brutal!!!
RATED/junk1...good post you dirty li'l priddy
I would imagine it's on the same satisfaction level of scratching your boobs.
correction - Shaking instead of shanking - shoving a shake in a leg would be painful...
Correction - shoving a shank instead of a shake.

(I have tested mom's new glucometer on each of my fingertips)
Boobs aren't nearly as sensitive as porn would make them out to be.
Successfully scratching your tonsils with your tongue when they are itching so bad that the itch goes into your ear canal!
Maybe I should go to the doctor then, because I get no more satisfaction out of scratching my balls than any other place. If it itches, I scratch it. Discreetly, mind you...
"what experience could be as satisfying as scratching your balls?"

How about having a beautiful naked woman do it for me?
a cigarette after the past 3? months of not having even a single one.
Yeah, but they're much more attractive than balls.
Actually, I can really relate, since I don't have any balls either. I lick my, umm, you know....... but I don't think you humans can do that (other than maybe some of them Chinese circus acrobats). HAH! Quadros win another round over bipeds!!

P.S. This post is definitely going to be my recommendation for weekend cogitation for Critical's People's Picks.

WOOF
Scratching another are adjacent to said balls, if I had them,
metaphorically speaking - I like to think I do have them.
I got to say, despite some men's propensity to engage in it with some frequency, ball scratching is pretty overrated. A back scratch or foot massage are about 10, no 20 times, more satisfying than any old ball scratching.

Bottom line, you're really not missing out by not having testicles.
How about coming home from work and taking off your bra. Wow what a feeling.
It's usually just a sign it's time for a trim. The grass needs moving.
Taking that bra off after a full triple d day is VERY satisfying.
This is a very important issue. "Scratching" is really a catch all term that refers to scrotum maintenance. The scrotum, or "ball sack" is a very complicated vessel. It is always moving around and changing positions. Its like a lobbyist for balls. You gotta keep track of the sack because it is prone to getting into the folds of clothes, zippers, under your thigh, etc. And sometimes they just itch. But with regard to the proper care and maintenance of one's jewel case, one must be ever vigilant.

So to compare that to another experience, I would have to say, discovering life on another planet, colonizing it, and being made King.
I vote for bra removal as having the same physical aaahhh sensation. Btw, whenever any ball scratching goes on around here, especially after a long work day or workout, I refuse to touch the scratcher's hand until he washes off what I call the "ball dust."
Here 'ya go.

(thumbified for giving me something to write about today.)
Stretch your labia over a clean ping pong ball, if you can [without hurting yourself], and give a little rub on the surface of the skin. See how that feels. It is definitely an external type feel on very sensitive skin located just under one's center. Talk "scrotum" hon, ... forget balls. Nobody wants balls involved in any action, even those who have deep alternative issues to work out. Let me know.
Jane, I think you just outed yourself as a bit of a "freak", if I may use that expression without invoking "her devine freakiness".
The ritual taking-off-of-the-bra, for sure, followed by the ritual massaging-some-feeling-back-into-them.
Drinking a cold beer on a Hot Summer's Day, as you feel the coolness running down your throat. Then Jumping in a pool. This could almost equal the taking off of the bra at the end of a d-cup day!
High School ballfield,bottom of the 3rd enning , I am somewhere between 2nd and 3rd base" and suddenly have this irritating itch deep under my scrotum trying hard not to scratch amist the crowd of onlookers. Casualy, placing my glove infront of me, I beging scratching...Completing my pleasurerable moment it starts to itch
once more..Yes one day the---exibitionist
I'm afraid I am being a bit uncooperative, I know, but frankly I have always believed that hanging one's balls outside of the body where they are subject to such things as kicking, dog attacks, and the poorly pitched fast ball... has always seemed like a bit of design flaw to me.

I'm just saying.
I have a friend who made t-shirts saying "free the puppies", which refers to the removal of the bra.

It is winning for me so far.
I cut the bottoms out of all my pants for easy access. Not so much because of any kind of itch, it's just....well....You scratch your cat when he doesn't itch, don't you? It's something like that. And no there is really nothing like it. At least nothing that should be mentioned in polite company.
sayin it's mildly freaky ain't knockin it !
ePriddy - and the opposite of the exquisitness of scratching one's balls would be rolling one's balls. This is when you inadvertently sit down on or otherwise adjust yourself so your full weight is on them. Hurts. Hurts like a mothafucka...
I think Jane is right--

peeing when you really, really need to.

Also, a good ear cleaning with a q-tip.

hmmmmm--and feeling the sunshine as you lie outside on a warm day--when you sort of oooooze into that state just before...

falling asleep!
You know the kind of piercing, gotta-get-to-it-right-this-instant itch on your foot? Where you rip off your shoe and peel back your sock in a tenth of a second so you can finally, blessedly get to it and scratch it? Well, a lot of ball itches are like that. Which might explain why you see guys digging around down there at the most inopportune, embarrassing moments. Let me tell ya, there's NOTHING like a really good ball scratch!
I'd have to go with my one pseudo fetish: goosebumps. I love getting them; I love giving them. Getting into a hot shower when I'm cold is a veritable explosion of yum.
Bra removal is a distant second.
Nope. Ball scratching is overrated. Back scratching--you know, that place you can't quite reach, either over the shoulder or under the rib cage--has has ball scratching beat hands down.
The question is flawed: It's more of a necessity than a satisfaction......
Best achieved in complete privacy
Hey anyone can learn billiards.
Hullo! Heels anyone? The stepping into/ taking off of? Stepping out of 4 inch heels.. even better than being in them.
This discussion has inspired a new topical blog: "BlogJoyOfItch".
Young lady, count your blessings. Itchy balls are no picnic
This would feel as good (I imagine):

Having to go pee really really bad at a concert, and trying to hold it b/c you know the line is going to be ridiculously long, and then breaking down and making a run for it, only to find the entire bathroom clean and empty, stall doors all ajar, the smell of bleach and soap in the air, and each toilet featuring one of those 'just cleaned" sanitary strips across it. And plenty of of toilet paper.

But I'll never experience that any more than I'll experience scratching my balls. A girl can dream, though.