Johnson27
WKR
I may or may not have been locked out of my Blazer, while it was running, by my springer spaniel bouncing all over the place and hitting the lock button - TWICE in the same day. Wife still laughs about that and it was 30+ years ago.
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Oh my gosh I'm crying as I write this. That's funny. I have a tick story also. For some reason ticks seem to really like me. I was spring bear hunting with a buddy. The ticks were HORRIBLE that spring. We would walk about 100 yards and then stop for several minutes and pick ticks off of each others pants legs and wherever else they might be located on our clothing. I may or may not have accidentally brought a tick or two home with me thinking that after my shower and cloths change that I was tick free. My wife may have woken up the next morning with a tick crawling on the back of her neck in her hairline if I remember correctly. My wife was NOT Happy! A couple days later my belly button started hurting and was bugging me. I was in bed as we were just waking up and I told her to look as I have an innie and I could not see inside to tell what was going on. My wife looked and started freaking out and saying oh my, crap, and other language.I may have gotten a tick embedded above my crotch and tried to use a lighter to get it to release, accidentally lighting my pubes on fire.
I may or may not have partially defecated in my waders thinking they were in the clear during an Arkansas duck hunt a few years ago after eating too much "coon stew" at the Gillette Coon Supper. Still get reminded about that one by the buddies.
I may have gotten a tick embedded above my crotch and tried to use a lighter to get it to release, accidentally lighting my pubes on fire.