A late uncle of mine bred and sold gerbils to pet shops in the late 1960s. One day, a male gerbil was born with a kink in it’s tail. Gerbils normally have a straight tail the same length as their bodies and this genetic fluke turned out to be a dominate gene from that one male and my uncle found he was able to sell it’s unique “broken tail” offspring for an extra buck.
No giant-sized ’nads involved, just their contents.
That, and then a clunky mechanical tuner controlled by a remote that brought in local channels 2, 8, 11, and 13 plus all the vacant channels in between (no mute yet).
I HAD a ticket for the lightning fast bus to Lame Town, but somehow I ended up on the Slow Boat to Tater Town.