This is what I told that Ferris Bueller kid in the restrooms of Chez Quis on that fateful day back in ’86.
Actually, what I really said was, “Oh my MEAT got pinched. But my ball survives.” I guess he must have misheard me.
Which is probably understandable – I’d just had a painful zipper-related incident while standing at the urinal. My meat was well and truly pinched, let me tell you. But my one remaining testicle was thankfully unscathed.