I have thought/talked/written/learned about balls for TOO MANY HOURS TODAY. I wasn't sure there was a maximal amount of testis knowledge one can absorb in a day. Turns out it's about 12 hours.
You go to Chick-fil-A for a decent sandwich and a welcoming bordering on outright-culty atmosphere. You go to Popeyes for a damn good chicken sandwich that may or may not come with a side show of the fry cook jumping the counter and kicking someone's ass with a metal stirring rod.