At a less-classy blog than this joint, the title of this post would be a euphamism for masturbation.
Lucky for you, I’m just coming in to report that, while I was waiting for Rachel, I was lounging in the hammock and a bee landed on my toe. Yes, my first instinct was to scream and shake my foot, but then… I might get stung.
So, I sat there, still as I could, while the bee just hung out on my foot and, after a while, it flew off.
I wish I’d had the camera.