“I have maggots in my scrotum.”
“Oliver Cromwell can kiss my singing emerald scrotum!”
“My balls dangle so low that I need a rake to scratch them. It also comes in handy when raking up all the leaves on my scrotum.”
“Carpe Scrotum. Seize life by the testicles”
“Five toms bound and gagged. One ruptured scrotum...”
“She hissed, right there behind my ear, and I had the horrible idea she was spitting maggots into my hair. Why maggots were a problem when I was about to be dead, I didn’t know, but the idea completely grossed me out. “In the womb I heard you die, for no one lives when a banshee cries.” I wasn’t just going to die. I was going to be rhymed to death. That simply wasn’t fair.”