Balls of chocolate... or steel?

You want to know how to bring a smalltown Ohio bar to a dead standstill on karaoke night? Let all the drunk rednecks sing country song after country song after country song, and then submit and sing the following song:

Chef's "Chocolate Salty Balls"

Sweet Jesus, the looks on peoples' faces! I dearly wish I had a camera to capture all the dumstruck expressions, mouthes agape, when I kicked (with serious moxie) into the lines:

"Hey everybody have you seen by balls? They're big and salty and browwwwnnnn! If you ever need a quick pick-me-up, just put my balls in your mouth. Ooh, suck on my chocolate salty ball-all-alls! Just put'em in your mouth and suck'em!"

Lotta people weren't happy with me up there singing about my testicles. :-)

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Got to chitchatting with a very lovely girl whose name, for the life of me, I can't recall. I can remember that she has a seven month old daughter named Vanessa, and that she works in Piqua as a nurse aide, and even where she's going to school. I just can't remember her freakin name. Kelly? No... shit. I have no idea. Great conversation, though. Very refreshing.