A friend of mine sent this to me today....The Difference Between Guts and Balls. Guts is staggering home after a night of drinking with the boys, being attacked by the wife with a broom when you walk through the door, and replying "Are you still cleaning, or are you getting ready to fly somewhere?" Balls is staggering home at 3 AM after a night with the fellas, smelling of cheap perfume with lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the *** and saying "You're next, fatty!" According to this scale, I have neither guts nor balls. Nor a wife who cleans, come to think of it.