My ball luggage kind of looks like two dented avacados that have been rotting for a few days in hot sun. The doctor said "HOLY SHIT" but I'm not going to sweat over it. Balls is balls and I'm just glad I have some.
Actually, I have absolutely no use for them. Maybe I could cut them out of me and use them as dice, or marbles, or learn to juggle with them. Nah, I'll leave them be.
You hear that little guys? I'm gonna leave you alone. Yeah...yeeeeeeah, that's right. What's that? Aww, you want to get petted? I can do that. I can do that.