To be without guts (present company accepted) doesn’t mean one lacks balls. I happen to have balls in spades: super jumbo cotton balls. They are a staple of my changing routine which I perform every fourth day, first thing in the morning, usually about 3:30 AM or so, as I am an early riser. The cotton balls have to be both SUPER JUMBO, which means they are larger than the run-of-the-mill, every day cotton ball, plus they absolutely must be ALL COTTON. The “cotton” balls that include some synthetic addition are not as absorbent and will not pass muster. I don’t use many; typically I can change over using only four or five, so one bag lasts a long time. Of course, it’s impossible to think about cotton balls without remembering the great scene in CATCH-22 when Milo Minderbinder approaches Yossarian, who is sitting naked in a tree observing a funeral, to get him to taste his new idea: chocolate covered cotton balls. Yossarian, who didn’t have an ostomy, wouldn’t have found normal cotton balls very exciting, and he certainly reacted negatively to Milo's new product. In any event, I sing the praises here of cotton balls, the SUPER JUMBO variety. It’s good to value the simple things in life, and you can’t get any simpler than cotton balls.