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I adjust and think nothing of it. I mean, I'm not gonna sit on my balls for an hour because someone might get offended by me moving them to a more comfortable spot. I scratch in public aswell (not long lingering scratches, but one or two little ones to get the job done), but hey, thats just me I guess.
On another note: In highschool there was a guy that sat next to me in Pre-Cal. And every now and then he'd be like "Oh damn, I need to scratch my balls." Then he'd reach into his pants, into his boxers, and scratch. And all the while I had to sit there and hear *scratcha scratch* "OH Yeah, there we go". It was gross indeed (not to mention he ate a Tiger Muffin (like an egg mcmuffin) about 5 minutes after, w/o washing his hands), but hey, he was comfortable with it and you gotta do what you gotta do.
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P.S. Always remember: to forget is a form of suicide. (If I could only remember to forget myself.)
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