Back in August of last year, the world was briefly captivated by the most TLC of TLC shows: The Man with the 132-Pound Scrotum, which is about a man with a 132-pound scrotum. Learn me some more, TLC! The man’s actual name was Wesley Warren Jr., and he suffered from “scrotal lymphedema” (terrible disease, good metal band name) and what sounded like an awful life. I’m using the past tense, because sadly, sometime yesterday, Warren died in Las Vegas. He was 49 years old.
UMC officials, citing federal privacy laws, would not disclose a cause of death, but a friend said Warren suffered two heart attacks in recent weeks.
He was originally from Orange, N.J., and moved to Las Vegas with the hope of working on the production crew of the movie Casino. When that didn’t work out, he remained, working for a company that found sites for ATMs. He had no immediate family in the area. (Via)
Joe Pesci and the man with the 132-pound scrotum? Oh, what could have been.
When he walked in Las Vegas, he did so with the uneasy steps of a toddler. With each step, he sounded like someone breathing in the last quarter mile of a marathon. He wore a hoodie upside down to cover his scrotum, using a safety pin and belt to hold the sweatshirt up.
At home, Warren often sat in the living room of his near downtown apartment with his scrotum atop a milk crate as he watched TV. Because his penis was buried deep inside his scrotum, he was unable to control his urination. He frequently sprinkled the scrotum with baby powder to kill the smell of urine.
To this day, no one knows what caused Warren’s condition. Doctors said a common cause of some enlargement, a hernia and fluid accumulation between the testicle and skin, could not have done it. He also did not travel to Africa, Asia Central American or South American where a mosquito-spread parasitic infection causes the condition. Las Vegas surgeon Kassahun has discounted Warren’s theory that bumping his testicles in bed in 2008 with his own leg caused the problem.
Wait, that’s a theory?!? Jesus, that’s more terrifying than anything on True Detective. Anyway, here’s hoping that wherever Wesley Warren Jr. is now, he’s tea-bagging the romantic partner of his choice.