01-19-2007, 11:03 AM | #1 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Louisiana
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Buttermilk never knew this....
Two guys were out fishing near a farm when the first guy had to take a leak...
As he was "paying his water bill" a wasp stung him on the head of his penis. "omg man it hurts," he said dancing around. "what am I gonna do?" the second guy said, "well go ask for some buttermilk at that farm back there. I heard if you put buttermilk on a wasp sting it will stop the pain" thinking anything is better than nothing they knocked on the door. A little old lady came to the door and they asked her for a glass of buttermilk. She gladly gave them a glass and the guy quickly whiped his penis out in front of her and stuck it in the glass. The little old lady did a double take and said.. "Ive seen quite a few of those go off in my time, but ill be damned .. thats the frist time ive seen one reload"
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