Save for their obvious functionalities, testicles have zero redeeming qualities. They are the ultimate “it’s what’s on the inside that counts” body part. They are as ugly as all holy shit. No one likes looking at a scrotum; not even if it’s perfectly groomed, not even if it’s their own. Don’t believe me? Do me a favor and watch porn for a while and then try to tell me — with a straight face — that when the director took some artistic liberties by having the cameraman zoom in on the the dude’s nutbag for a solid 75-seconds that you weren’t wholly disgusted.
I mean, who doesn’t immediately fast-forward through that? Probably this guy who thinks we need scarily accurate replicas of them bopping around town on his back.