Jack Bollock
A Norfolk tale saying someone has a third bollock. It’s not the left. It’s not the right. It’s just hanging out, being extra. Like a kid who wants to be the best at everything.
My brother has a Jack Bollock. He showed it off in a bet. The whole town saw it. No one forgot.
I got a Jack Bollock from a bet. Now I smell like regret and old socks.
My grandpa told me about his Jack Bollock. He said it came from a goat. I believe him.