This is going to be one of those stories that's REAL funny someday... Today is not that day.
So I spent the past few days at my folks cabin. Drank my weight in chitty beer every day, carried wood, sprained my ankle (much like last year), smashed/bloodied my shin... Good times.
On my way home, toolin' down the highway... nearly home... A wasp dive bombs me in my truck... I didn't really see it, but I felt it... Go right up my shorts. Stung me once on the inner thigh... That hurt. Then it stung me again... pretty much dead center of my pee hole. Funny how quickly I forgot about my thigh.
I nearly ran off the flippin' highway... and I cried. Yeah, I cried. Not any little sobbing girly cry... A big man cry... Snot bubbles and everything.
Drove directly to the ER.
Everyone was real nice at the ER... Except for the fact that not one of them could keep a straight face. Nothing really they could do for me though... I'm not allergic so the only thing to do is keep ice on it. Unbelievable.
The good news is... My dork is ENORMOUS now...