It's Time for the Annual Fall's End Testicle Festival!

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BALLS. Cowboy Caviar. Rocky Mountain Oysters. Prairie Oysters. Montana Tendergroin. Cattle cutlets. Swingin' beef. Meaty bags of victory...? Whatever you call them, Fall's End's Annual Testicle Festival is a decades old tradition. It's a time to remind us of what really matters: our friends and family, our community, our home. It's time to serve up huevos with a side of happiness. But those juicy balls aren't going to cook themselves! ...Or gather themselves, for that matter. So roll up your sleeves and get to work! This is meant to be a light-hearted meme (or not, if you wanna serve up your huevos with a side of angst instead, I guess), so come one, come all to the Testy Festy! Feel free to leave starters for people to pick from.

o1. Supply run. Casey Fixman has three shiny new ideas for how to serve up his famous balls this year: shredded, roasted, and blue. And he needs your help! You'll need a tractor with a combine for the first, some good old-fashioned disregard for fire safety for the second, and for the third... well, let's just say that interrupting a bull playing 'hide the salami' is one of the most dangerous things you can do. But hey, they'll taste great! Alternatively, maybe you're the poor sod that has to go shoot down birds because Kenny somehow managed to let one eat the key to the old barn where the Testy Festy cart is stored. o2. Fire up the grill! Baked. Fried. Boiled. Steamed. Cured. Nutscream. The turnout for this year's Testy Festy is going to be fantastic. Probably. Casey could still use some help cooking, either way. Mind your fingers, now. Oh- can you help serve some folks, too? Thanks. o3. Dig in! All the hard work is done, and all that's left is to enjoy yourselves! Sample the goods, critique the cooking, mingle, or just enjoy the cute animals meandering around wearing party hats (and admire the persistence of whomever managed to get said hats on barn animals). o4. After party! Think you're a pro at target practice with a slingshot? How about... while drunk? Take a shot and line up (as best you can) and see if you can beat the clock! What do you mean are there three or six balloons on each arm? That's part of the fun, right? Or, maybe you know your limits, and just want to watch everyone else make a fool of themselves. o5. Clean-up crew. The party's over, everyone has gone home... except you and the unlucky bastard you're with. Time to sweep up, gather the trash, and maybe get the party hats off those poor goats and pigs. Does anyone have some ibuprofen? This hangover is the worst.