At dinner several nights ago, I managed to catch the conclusion to a conversation at the table next to me, which ended with this line: "...people touching my balls...one hundred people touching my balls."
I was taken aback by what I had just heard. For several minutes I pondered the potential meaning of such words, what must have been said in this conversation to achieve such a strange conclusion and what the topic might have been. While thinking, I suddenly had an epiphany about the nature of humanity: that stupidity is always its own context. We need not contemplate the how and why, but simply realize the "is" of it all. There is no profundity in "one hundred people touching [his] balls," just that the speaker is stupid. I wouldn't be surprised if these lines had nothing to with the topic of conversation, but that this man had enough intelligence to feed himself.
At least some good came out of this dim man's inane comment, I was able to improve myself and learn something, and hopefully instill that knowledge into you.