His name is Peter Paul and when I was a wee tot, that company made the incessantly advertised on my TV shows Peter Paul Almond Joy candy bars. (Hershey’s sells them now.)
But that’s where this came from. And you’re alive on Earth to see it, just your luck.
Brown balls slapping him in the face makes sense.
In an sodomite E. coli gravy taint drizzle sort of way.
Washing it down with some Tetley Tea (bag) I’m sure.
Restated: Sometimes you, like, feel a nut.
Whut would baseball be without a “Chin Music” trophy…
For getting hit the most number of times with balls on the chin!
That thumb is a deal killer for me.