Today was the annual "Testicle Festival" in Virgina City. Being the brave souls that we are, Jesse and I decided to check it out. Let me just say that we had a ball! (Ha. Ha. Pun TOTALLY intended! Awful, I know.)
Who knew that you had so many choices when it comes to "mountain oysters"?
You have testicle tacos.
Testicles on a stick.
Mmmm. Watch them sizzle.
And good, old fashioned, bitesize balls. Note Kevin's cheek.
You don't wanna miss the "Castration Station".
Or the parade!
I have to admit that neither Jesse, nor I partook of the "deliciousness" (thanks entirely to Mike Rowe and the last episode we saw of Dirty Jobs), but we managed to find something to eat . . . in Grandma's Fudge Shop.
Here is rare footage of some crazy ball eaters (my baby brother, Kev, and his friends, Genoa, Wes, and Kyle.)
Overall, I'd say our day was pretty TESTACULAR!
