A Cajun wife came home just in time to find her husband in bed with another woman.
With super-human strength, borne of fury and years of catching, cleaning, skinning and cooking anything living in the swamps and bayous, she dragged him down the stairs, out the back door, and down into the boathouse. She put his manhood in a vise, secured it tightly, and removed the handle. Then she picked up an old fish cleaning knife.
The banged up cheater was terrified, and hollered, "Stop! Marie! Stop! You're not gonna cut it off with that rusty knife, are you?"
The wife, with a gleam of revenge in her eye, put the knife in her husband's hand and said, "No, Gaston, you are! Me, I'm gonna burn down the boathouse!"
|
.png)
Back in the late 50's when I was a young fella in the USMC we had some gungy Korean vets in my company; many of whom were Chosin Reservoir survivors. One told a story about some captured GIs and their grisly ending. The Norks & Chinks took them to an old wooden shack. Cut small holes about 6-inches from the ground. Placed the GIs on the ground and made them put their dicks through the holes. Then they used communication wire to secure the GI's manhood to a metal spike driven into the dirt-floor of the hut. The hut was filled with straw, the GIs given their bayonets, the straw set on fire and the gooks laughing walked away.