I once took
a bet that I wouldn't
cover my nutsack in
Icy Hot for
200 dollars by one of my roommates at
Berklee.
I said
let me see the cash. He produced it. My more delicate,
gay roommate looked on in horror as I took out the
giant fistful of Icy Hot and
covered my nuts in it. The
second half of the bet was that I had to leave it on for
fifteen minutes.
Some people will tell you that the
longer you leave it on the
worse it gets, but
they're wrong. At the
five minute mark, it's about
as bad as it gets.
I won. My gay roomate asked me why I would ever do
such a thing.
I said, "So I can go
home for christmas, Danny. That's why."