I used to have (still have somewhere in a moving box) a small metal bird’s nest. A friend gave me three oval shaped stones. When the ex first came to my house I pointed at them and intoned that those were the fossilized testicles of the last guy who pissed me off.

We laughed.

Too bad I didn’t do that to him, He still may breed.

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