A Bear

Ever have a bear bite your dick off? Well, I was pissing off the side of the road, about halfway up 41, where Z crosses 41, when a bear did me the pleasure. I can still smell the Night-Blooming Jasmine and the dick blood and bear drool like it was yesterday. It was yesterday, actually. The doctors say I’ve made a miraculous recovery. Although they’ve assured me that the likelihood of my dick not growing back is 99.6%. So, that’s too bad. I’m really going to miss making bears give me head and then pissing in their stupid bear faces.