Dr. Solis operates on scrotum; hillarity ensues!

Can't we go ONE day without talking about my balls?

It feels like pulling a bandaid off. The pain is sudden but it is over as soon as it begins. Just don't look down.

Don't look down.



Some backstory. Since I was born, I've had a mole on my balls. Nutsack. Whatever. Specifically, I had a very small non-cancerous single-colored circular mole on the backside of my right ball. Testicle.

So it's always been there, and I didn't think anything of it. For 22 years.

Cut to last Saturday. I'm in the shower, shaving my balls. I've gotten so adept at doing this that I'm usually not paying any attention at all. There is conditioner in my hair that is settling in. There might be a facemask or facewash or whatever I'm doing, but know that I'm not really focused on my balls. For once.

Then the bandaid gets torn off. I look down, to see what happened. No blood. No scrapes. Nothing.


Nothing.







NOT EVEN A MOLE.







I look at my razor and gasp. Stuck to the blades of my Mach III is the mole. The same mole that has been on my balls for 22 years. The 'beauty mark', so to speak, if you've ever had the fortune of having my balls in your face.

Not only have I sliced my mole off, I have done so in a way that has left ZERO blood. Not only that, but beneath this mole, apparently, was a perfect section of normal-colored skin. It was a little lighter in color at first, but it has since blended in with its surroundings perfectly. I am baffled.

It's like the mole was just a hat my ball was wearing. It basically fell off. I have no idea how this works.


I almost want to post pictures but I don't have any good "before" shots.








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