A buddy of mine had testicular cancer in high school. Only caught it because he had to have a full physical for basketball. He got a prosthetic, rubber I think. First day back at practice, he brought one of those miniature wooden baseball bats that’s like 12 inches long. He sat down on a bench and said “hey guys, watch this…”
Pulled his fake nut (I assume, otherwise he’s a tough SOB) out of his boxers, laid it flat on the bench, picked up the mini bat, and whacked it. Hard. Whatever substance it was made of sounded exactly like the bat was hitting flesh. Cue teenaged shouts of horror and dismay. One guy ended up crawling on the floor with dry heaves.
I know STL doesn’t care, but the sound of that fleshy _ thwack _ is one of those memories that is seared into my consciousness.