Doing landscaping in Davie Fl. back in '80s, one of our crew was wearing swim trucks with no underwear. We stopped for lunch and sat down in someone's backyard. The fucker sat in a fire ant hill. The next thing you know, he's screaming and running around like a maniac. He tore off his shorts and ran bare-assed down the street screaming all the way. We didn't see him for days because his junk got so bitten up.
Ants in the pants?
ReplyDeleteI think I would get over the odd tan lines. She needs some lotion rubbed on her for those ant bites and I'm just the fella to help her out.
ReplyDeleteThem Roosians?
ReplyDeleteAnts in her pants. Fire ants, I betcha. Saw just about the same thing happen to my ex-wife once. Only the one time, unfortunately. Heh-heh.
ReplyDeleteCity slickers. Must suck to live with that type of fear all the time.
ReplyDeleteFire ants?
ReplyDeleteWho is asking why is she filming this? Staged nonsense?
ReplyDeleteA little Blue Ointment will get rid of those crabs❗️
ReplyDeleteStinkin' fire ants.
ReplyDeleteDoing landscaping in Davie Fl. back in '80s, one of our crew was wearing swim trucks with no underwear. We stopped for lunch and sat down in someone's backyard. The fucker sat in a fire ant hill. The next thing you know, he's screaming and running around like a maniac. He tore off his shorts and ran bare-assed down the street screaming all the way. We didn't see him for days because his junk got so bitten up.
Good times!