I Wrestled a Bear one time when it was legal up in the Smoky Mountains. Must have been in the late 60s early 70s. At one moment I thought I was going to win. I looked up right when the match begin and I saw a pair of balls hanging down. So I thought wow I've got him now. So I reached up and I bit those balls.
Damn if it didn't turn out to be my balls
Damn if it didn't turn out to be my balls