Virgin tales — Chapter 1

What did you do to the wall behind the stove?

 

I've got ads for wood-burning stoves at the top and the bottom of the page. Sweet.

 

I bet he re-wallpapered.

 

Where was the dog while you were trying to burn the house down?

 

Probably out getting laid.

 

And why no mention of the injury the dog inflicted on you the other day?

 

By my calculations, this is where you had the chance to take this story in a different, better direction. Why don't you sleep on it and come back with your edited version in the morning.

 

Ha! You know if Jay would get himself fixed, it might settle him down and make him a better cook. Something to think about.

 

If we could somehow merge this thread with Chef's toe, the board would melt down.

 

Why edit the truth?
Much better than fiction.

She had went to visit family and the dog went with her.
Inky is speaking of my unfortunate scrotum injury. So I was on the couch at her place. I had on shorts and the dog jumped on the couch. I took a paw shot to the crotch, and at the time, I said, "that's going to leave a mark."
I was right. The claws aren't trimmed on that frightful beast and very sharp.
They didn't rip my shorts, but when I was showering later, the water stung and I realized that I had a claw mark on my nuts.
It was the most action my balls have seen for nearly a month.

 

Holy balls, that must have hurt.

 

Rabid testicles are going make dating a virgin so much harder.