My Dad had prostate cancer my freshman year of college.  It was pretty serious but he had good doctors.  He required surgery but he's still alive and kicking.  I didn't see him after the surgery I saw him about a week later (he was still recuperating at the hospital).  I walk into the room and see my Dad.  He looks up motions for me to come over.  In my minds eye its all "Michael Corleone in The Godfather, I am totally ready to say "I'm with you now Pop."  But before I utter the words, in barely a whisper, my Dad says:

"Son.  Don't let 'em ever shave your nuts.  Itches like a mother fucker when it grows back in."

In that moment, all my anxiety and fear that I'd lose my Dad was salved.  It was the perfect way to make me feel alright.  But thats who he is.  I'm real glad he's my Dad.

So the moral of the story is that a shorn scrotum me be exhilarating to behold but it itches like a mother fucker when the hair grows back in.

Moyer:

There is a joke there I am passing on making because I like you. 

(Oh crap. I shouldn't have said that. Now Talley is going to get a whiney
and clingy.)

Hmmph. I never had you figured for fickle.