When I was 16, I was a waitress with my dear friend. A group of middle aged men thought it would be good sport to be sex pests to underage girls. When my friend asked him what he would like for dessert, he replied “for you to sit on my face”. She didn’t flinch, and said, “Why? Is your nose bigger than your dick?” And that is the sort of woman I want to be. One with balls. But for now, here are Shannon’s Chocolate Salty Balls.