Not since I was five and forced to swim at the community pool have I been stung so many times at once. Last count was 46. Fine, it was only twice, but it still hurt like a bitch. At least I can take pleasure in knowing that both bees died while stinging me.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
A new enemy emerges
I hate bees! I hate bees! I hate bees! I hate bees! I hate bees! I hate bees! I hate bees! I hate bees! I hate bees! I hate bees! I hate bees! I hate bees! I hate bees! I hate bees! I hate bees! I hate bees! I hate bees! I hate bees! I hate bees! I hate bees! I hate bees! I hate bees! I hate bees! I hate bees! I hate bees! I hate bees! I hate bees! I hate bees! But how do I really feel?
Not since I was five and forced to swim at the community pool have I been stung so many times at once. Last count was 46. Fine, it was only twice, but it still hurt like a bitch. At least I can take pleasure in knowing that both bees died while stinging me.
Not since I was five and forced to swim at the community pool have I been stung so many times at once. Last count was 46. Fine, it was only twice, but it still hurt like a bitch. At least I can take pleasure in knowing that both bees died while stinging me.
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