I'm flattered, but unfortunately, if my balls spoke, the massive vibration of bofa doze making sounds would rip the universe apart into a scattered void, opening up a rift in the space-time continuum that implodes every conceivable piece of matter in on itself into one big, giant space-anus.
This is why I'm glad they're just solid, silent masses that are harder and stronger than any metal conceivable by puny men.
My balls were out of control this weekend. Did a rallycross, feelsgoodman.bmp. However, I sucked hard. Just too much influence from the almighty balls. Still managed to place third on the second day, but...balls.