In the group home recently we had a party. Someone brought Jagermeister because it’s getting closer to Christmas, but we didn’t open it because we had enough alcohol. Someone asked what it tasted like and I said tastes like sweat from a reindeer’s balls, but I only know the word for deer so really I said It tastes like sweat from a deer’s balls, but I only know the word ball and it’s usually singular even when you’re talking about two so I said it tastes like sweat from a deer’s ball. But then I asked around what do you call a man’s balls and turns out “golden balls” is the Japanese for man balls.
I had no idea, but this totally makes something make sense. In the spring the Yamanote train rocked up with a life-size decal of a Japanese man in his forties or fifties in a spandex outfit with golden balls on his head. He was advertising a bottle of medicine called Tough Man. Every time Tough Man came into the station I thought I could do without that visual, I’d really rather not think about that man’s life size problem with impotence on my way to teach junior high, although he seemed sort of okay with himself, even happy, compared with everyone else on their death march to work, so maybe strong man, pride, and that cape were working for him.
Now that I learned the word golden balls….
it totally makes sense that he was wearing golden balls on his head. Mystery solved!