As a Mom I am ready to embrace the teen years, more to the point, the boy-teen years. Heck, I was born ready. Well, not really. Actually I was born pink & squishy…and bald. Be that as it may, growing up with three teenage brothers must have had some lasting effect – or damage.
So, here is what I have discovered recently. Apparently, part of being baptized into male teen-dom involves the embracing and appreciation for all humor involving anatomical innuendo (honestly, for me this is not such a hardship). At the current stage of development, we are heavily into Balls – sport balls, that is, and all implied. Recently, I was schooled in the infinite innuendo possibilities for the word Balls.
I believe the introductory lesson went something like this:
Mom, you know, the word ball can be pretty funny.
Oh, really, how so?
Well, at baseball practice, say we are going out to warm up and one of the guys asks me “Do you have a ball?” and I will answer, “Yeah, I have two.”
And because the mind is a terrible thing to waste – well that and never being one to leave a good innuendo well enough alone -we brainstormed some more.
Try these on for size, no pun intended (ah, what the heck), pun intended!.
Does anyone have a ball? Yeah, big ones
Does anyone have a ball? What? You don’t?
Hey, grab a ball while you are over there. You’re sick!
Always keep your eye on the ball. aaawkwaaaabrd
Basketball players have big, orange balls.
Soccer players like to kick balls.
Football players have oddly shaped balls.
Baseball players have a lot of balls.
Golfers have little tiny balls. (sorry golfers, just could not resist that one).
It is not a sport without any balls.
Can someone get me some balls, I don’t have any.
In sports, you have to get the balls a little sweaty.
And, don’t even get us started on the word, Nuts.
For more word abuse, check out these earlier posts!