This reminds me of a time about 10 years ago when I had all-access passes at an big outdoor 4th of July music festival. It was drunk & it was hot as hell. By the end of the day, my balls were so chapped, that I was standing in the middle of the crowd yelling to see if anyone had any baby powder. I didn't think I could bear the excruciating walk to my car, so...I repeatedly knocked on Vince Neil's trailer asking if he could give me a ride because my balls hurt. Thank God he didn't answer the door.