My Dad gave me mine, 36 years ago when I was bucked off one of our horses onto a freshly strung barbed wire fence. The way I landed was sort of spread eagle, ripping my scrotum (I could actually see my nut). When Dad came home from work he said "Looks like you had a ripsnortin' good time!".
The name stuck, the barbed wire did not. And I was able to get stitched up and keep my nuts intact.![]()
Don't ask to see the scar.:thanks: This thread is like a box of chocolates.
Ya never know what you're gonna get
Mine was a college nickname.....imp:
That's it? That's all we get?
:shrug:
That's it? That's all we get?
:shrug: