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Originally Posted by Freebase Dali
Haha. Believe me, it wasn't funny back then. Shit was serious. I once had to grab a bee to prove how hardcore I was to an imaginary wife.
It did sting my hand.
I remember this because it was my first ever bee sting. I was a fucking idiot... doing that for a woman. An imaginary one, no less.
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My first bee sting went a little like this:
Me and my friend were out playing in some cranberry bogs (yes, I grew up in a place with tons of cranberry bogs) and we came across a dozen or so bee boxes arranged in two rows. Being a d
ick even back then, I dared my friend to walk between the two rows of boxes where tons of bees were flying around. Amazingly he did it and managed to not get stung, but one bee got really pissed off, flew over to where I was standing and stung me right in the f
ucking earlobe.