Jack Bollock
A Norfolk legend saying someone has a third bollock. Not the left. Not the right. Just a random bollock stuck in the middle of your junk. Like a cocky kid who thinks he’s cool.
My uncle has a Jack Bollock. He once tried to show it off in a pub. The barmaid ran out crying.
I asked my dad about the Jack Bollock. He said, 'You don’t question the Jack Bollock.'
My friend got a Jack Bollock from a bet. He now smells like regret and old socks.