Harley takes some bull but had a ball

The Sheepshag Shaman
“If you can’t handle the answer – don’t ask the question”

Harley from Beavertail, Montana writes:

My boyfriend asked me if I wanted to go camping with him at Rock Creek Lodge. We packed a tent and sleeping bags, jumped on his hog and headed out for a weekend camping. He swears that he didn’t know that the annual “testy fest” was on - like in the Rock Creek Testicle Festival. Anyway, when we got there we found all kinds of other bikers and party goers already well into a weekend of festivities. My boyfriend seemed completely turned on by the event but, at first, I wasn’t sure I wanted to stay. Anyway he was soon into his beer, bikes and bulls balls with a bunch of good old boys. I had no way to leave. I decided to make the most of it and entertained myself with the wet t-shirt contest, which I won, the greased pig wrestling contest, which I came second in, and dancing a major strip number on the bar which made me $200. My boyfriend was really pissed with me and forced me to leave a day early. We have been on and off since because of it. Last night he called me and asked me if I would go up there again next year. What’s with that?

Sheepshag:
So, momma, let me get this straight. Your biker boyfriend takes you to the Rock Creek Testicle Festival, and then is pissed off because you had a ball? Where does he carry his rocks, in his head?
I seriously doubt that he didn’t know that the festival was going on. He was afraid to tell you ‘because he thought you wouldn’t go. So when you get there and, you sexy momma, you swank the festival he gets jealous and acts all pissed off; too bad sucker.
Who knows what he’s been smoking’ to ask you back again next year. Hell, by the sounds of it you should get your own bike and ride on up there solo.
Take it from me, Sheepshag, bulls are dumb, so I doubt those Montana nuggets, deep fried or baked, is brain food for those who ride all that way to eat ‘em. If your hot to party and dig bikers, then that’s as good a place as any I am sure, but why go with a jealous dude? He’ll just use your mojo to swing a couple in the sack, and trust me, one of them won’t be you, babe.

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