We don't cover much in the way of Howard Stern around here, but an old co-worker of mine -- we'll call him Adam because that's his name -- just sent this to me. It's vintage Stern. The kind of off-the-wall, deplorable sh*t that made him a cultural icon. But I'll tell you what, I certainly didn't need to see this to appreciate my own mundane testicles. I liked them just fine without it. Although, if I had to watch this poor, misshapen bastard lug around his maxed-out scrotum, than someone else should too.

What's worse? Having huge watermelon balls OR micropen*s? Sound off! 

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