<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Aril, Helvetica, sans-serif">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Squidwannabe:
Maybe just for fun PETE could explain the feeling or what happens when gas gets on your weewee ??
O.K., I said the story wasn't worth telling, but I really don't give a rat's ass about what GreenNinja thinks of my lack of intelligence.
Let's just say that it can ruin your honeymoon. Yeah, that's right, laugh all you want, it happened to me just a couple hours after getting married, on the way to our hotel. I'd had about 10 too many adult beverages at the reception, so my new bride was driving. We pull over to tank up my '79 Corvette before heading to New Orleans for the night. As I'm fumbling to get the nozzle in the opening, I get trigger happy (I threw that in there to give the perfect setup for impending premature ejaculation jokes
). A hefty stream of gasoline is forcefully directed straight at the ol' crotcharooney. The pain was indescribable. What came next? Imagine seeing a guy with his shorts and underwear down around his ankles, jewels in plain view of passers-by, on his knees praying to the water fawcet on the outside wall of the gas station, as the stream of water gives temporary relief. After an excrutiating 60 minute drive to the hotel, I spent most of the night soaking in a tub of cold, soapy water. Believe it or not, I'm still married to the same woman. She's a saint. Let the laughing begin!
"Four wheels move the body, two wheels move the soul."