I was out riding this morning when a fuckin bee stung my balls. That’s right… stung me right in my right nut, through my jeans.
I was cruising at a relaxing 75 mph when I felt a sharp pain in my jimmies. I thought maybe I’d shifted in the seat and pinched my sack, so I’m wriggling around trying to unpinch whatever’s going on down there. Still hurts like fuck, so I carefully look down and sure as shit there’s a bee on my dick. I ‘bout drove a into a cement truck. All I could do was limp home with a swallow tomato.
‘Course my wife hasn’t stopped laughing. I’m still a little sour, but I may see the humor eventually.
