Week of 5/21/00:
Who Named The Business? Part 8
I don't care what you've been rubbing them with, Joe, I've lost my appetite.
IMPORTANT BALL UPDATE!
I assumed that with that awful name, people stopped buying Uncle Joe's Balls back in the 1930s.
I was wrong.
Thanks to JayPFrancis for mailing me an actual English ball sack.
100 Years of Sweet Scrotal Success.
The back of Uncle Joe's package assures us that "The Recipe Which Has Been Passed Down The Generations Remains A Closely Guarded Secret."
"Cream of Tartar"? As in the stuff that forms on your teeth, or the sauce that you dip your fish & chips in? I guess if you eat blood pudding, you can eat anything. Oh those wacky Brits. At least it's not Cream of Eunuch.
Speaking of wacky Brits, Celeste has transcribed the lyrics to a song about Uncle Joe's balls.
Uncle Joe's religious beliefs?
Objects from Previous Weeks
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