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I must have it!. That gun looks badass!As for ticks, I had one on my sack, right under my cawk, didnt know he was there. Apparently I don't feel myself up enough. So I'm over at a buddy's house on sat night and I feel like someone has been flicking me in the nuts. hurts to walk. I gingerly feel around that night and it feels like I have a grape sized third nut growing in there. Pretty freaked out. Sunday I look again in better light and see the very back 2 legs of a tick sticking out of a swollen spot on the front of my bag. He's in there, all the way. Wife can 't get to the head to take out properly. I can't get to ****, it is just under the base of my dong on the bottom side, I don't have enough hands or flexibility to get this fawker. So, I go to the walk in clinic Monday morning. 50 year old rotund lady doctor walks in, loud, funny, unabashed. Practically yells to me when she walks in, "I hear they got ya by the BALLS!" Lays me down, whips me out, has a tiny nail bar looking thing and has me hold my (now shriveled and embarrassed/terrified) wang upward. digs in, plucks it out, says I'll be fine in a couple days, in and out in a few minutes. Luckily I can still eat Beef.
I must have it!. That gun looks badass!
As for ticks, I had one on my sack, right under my cawk, didnt know he was there. Apparently I don't feel myself up enough. So I'm over at a buddy's house on sat night and I feel like someone has been flicking me in the nuts. hurts to walk. I gingerly feel around that night and it feels like I have a grape sized third nut growing in there. Pretty freaked out. Sunday I look again in better light and see the very back 2 legs of a tick sticking out of a swollen spot on the front of my bag. He's in there, all the way. Wife can 't get to the head to take out properly. I can't get to ****, it is just under the base of my dong on the bottom side, I don't have enough hands or flexibility to get this fawker. So, I go to the walk in clinic Monday morning. 50 year old rotund lady doctor walks in, loud, funny, unabashed. Practically yells to me when she walks in, "I hear they got ya by the BALLS!" Lays me down, whips me out, has a tiny nail bar looking thing and has me hold my (now shriveled and embarrassed/terrified) wang upward. digs in, plucks it out, says I'll be fine in a couple days, in and out in a few minutes. Luckily I can still eat Beef.
