Well this thread was a real kick in the balls.
So I went over to Wobble's house, walked through the foyer, around the formal dining room, and into the kitchen.
I located the refrigerator. Nice one too. Stainless with the fancy French doors and the water and ice dispenser in the door.
Opened both doors up real wide. There, on the third shelf from the top, on the far left, behind the pickle jar and the olives nobody ever eats, there it was. A small mason jar, like the kind your grandma made homemade jam in. I pulled the little jar out and drop kicked as hard as I could.
It smashed into the ceiling over the breakfast nook and shattered into a million little shards of glass...2 small, wet orbs in the middle of the mess.
And that is how I kicked Wobble in the balls.
What? You guys know that is where Wobble's wife keeps them, right?
Welcome back, Wobble!
Alex.