"That would be my luck," Lennon said dryly. "I'm at the strip club, chilling and hanging out, and boom! Sticky ping pong ball knocks me out of my chair." He snickered. "Then I'm on the floor amidst dust, glitter and ripped-out hair extensions. And ping pong balls that smell like vagina."
He snorted laughter again and ducked beneath the water, then resurfaced with "I don't like how that story ended up. But yeah, there's probably dudes out there with fetish collections of those ping pong balls."