Yes, I actually know someone who bought one of these. If the shape weren’t off-putting enough, the oddly-trimmed pubes were dripping black onto the rest of the cake and the whole confection was actually sweating in the heat, its helmet oozing to the left. I’ll eat chocolate in any form, but I draw the line at big sweaty balls. If you want to gross your prissy friends out too, you can get this beaut from Masturbakers in the East Village.