charlie likes to share his distresses with his family. he waffles over the issues, tries to figure out what he should do, maybe he’ll whine about it, say he doesn’t want to do it.
meanwhile every one of his sisters is staring at him, wondering what on earth is wrong with him because what he’s describing is a no brainer and why have even wasted out time telling us this story; it should be DONE. get on it, lil bro!
one time, we were sitting in the living room at my parents’ house in new london during one such problem, and the same old chain of events were taking place. after listening to his plight, it was obvious he needed to do what needs to be done, but he just didn’t want to do it. 
all his sisters were ready to do this thing FOR him, it was so obvious what he should do, but he just didn’t want to. everyone just stared at him like “what is wrong with you! do this!” 
so i said,
“grow a pair of ovaries.”
because his balls sure weren’t doing much.