Week of 5/21/00:

WEEK 110

Who Named The Business? Part 8

I need your balls like you need 2 more holes in your head

I don't care what you've been rubbing them with, Joe, I've lost my appetite.


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.

All Aglow with Pure Bally Goodness

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."

I'd closely guard it, too

"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.

Inexplicable Link of the Week

Uncle Joe's religious beliefs?

Objects from Previous Weeks

Objects from Previous Weeks

2000 Bill Young