If you got stung in the ass by a bee over the weekend, please read
This weekend I was talking to a friend over the phone. My friend was on his IP-based home phone, I was on my shiny new iPhone. In the middle of our conversation there was a loud static screetch and then an evil sounding belly laugh. The laugh was not my friend’s though. It was a middle aged man who was apparently unaware that two dorks were now listening in on his conversation.
I said “Hello?”, and I heard my friend say “Hello?”, then he hung up. Left on the line were me, a middle aged guy and another person’s voice, which was garbled to the point I could not understand. They could not hear me. The man finished his belly laugh and then said “Yeah, my wife got stung on the ass by a bee!” The other person said something I could not understand and the man followed with another laugh, and then “Yeah, I’m sure I’ll be rubbing that tonight!”. He then exchanged goodbye’s with the other person and hung up.
Can anyone explain this? How was I hearing someone else’s conversation? Who was the woman he was talking to? Does the man’s wife have a nice ass? Was she at a picnic? Did said man rub said woman’s bum?
Now that this unknown man has shared a tiny bit of his life with me, I’m thirsting for more, and I’m willing to pay for it.
If anyone out there knows of a woman who got stung in the ass over the weekend, send them this way. I am offering one pound of delicious silly putty to whoever can point me to the belly laugher and his sore arsed wife. Spread the word, help me finish this story, get some free silly putty.
