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OK, the scorpion thing was completely made up and not really funny.
BUT, since we're onto bee stories, I'll tell mine and let the thread stray back on track, if that's ok.
So, riding with my dad and little brother when I was about 12 or 13 (so about 14 or 15 years ago). Going to my grandma's out in the boonies in the older style Chevy Cavalier, no A/C, windows down. I'm in the back (it's a 2 door).
Well, my dad's stepdad, who was already about 80 years old and moved around like tree-sap is the only one there. This anus kept bees and harvested their honey from time to time.
We roll up, a bee gets in. Shit, what a big deal this is. He stings me and dies. I cuss and pull out the stinger.
Then, another gets in and stings my dad. Damn it, what rotten luck.
Then we see fucking Paw Kettle stroll out in his bee-proof suit, with his bee-veil and all, and a little genie lamp, spewing out smoke. Great, the asshole's been getting these bees all cranked up and pissed as hell.
We get about 30-40 bees in the car, stinging us like hell. At least the stings were spread out amongst the 3 of us.
As we beg the Lord above for sweet mercy from the yellow whirlwind from hell, we're flying out of the car, doing jumping-jacks trying to get in the house. It's locked. We flail around and do the damned Safety Dance for I'm not sure what reason, since the bees were not bothered by it.
We look into the house, waiting for death, when a human figure appears inside, coming to unlock the door. Sweet relief!
Oh, but wait, it's the Crypt Keeper in his bee armor. He's come through the back door, dragging the deadly horde in with him. We get in and continue to battle for our lives as he oozes back outside, finally stopping the flow of striped demons.
We pulled dead bees and stingers from our shins, scalps, arms, etc. whilst we looked at each other in disbelief. Good thing none of us were allergic, or it would have been a blood-bath.
OK, the scorpion thing was completely made up and not really funny.
BUT, since we're onto bee stories, I'll tell mine and let the thread stray back on track, if that's ok.
So, riding with my dad and little brother when I was about 12 or 13 (so about 14 or 15 years ago). Going to my grandma's out in the boonies in the older style Chevy Cavalier, no A/C, windows down. I'm in the back (it's a 2 door).
Well, my dad's stepdad, who was already about 80 years old and moved around like tree-sap is the only one there. This anus kept bees and harvested their honey from time to time.
We roll up, a bee gets in. Shit, what a big deal this is. He stings me and dies. I cuss and pull out the stinger.
Then, another gets in and stings my dad. Damn it, what rotten luck.
Then we see fucking Paw Kettle stroll out in his bee-proof suit, with his bee-veil and all, and a little genie lamp, spewing out smoke. Great, the asshole's been getting these bees all cranked up and pissed as hell.
We get about 30-40 bees in the car, stinging us like hell. At least the stings were spread out amongst the 3 of us.
As we beg the Lord above for sweet mercy from the yellow whirlwind from hell, we're flying out of the car, doing jumping-jacks trying to get in the house. It's locked. We flail around and do the damned Safety Dance for I'm not sure what reason, since the bees were not bothered by it.
We look into the house, waiting for death, when a human figure appears inside, coming to unlock the door. Sweet relief!
Oh, but wait, it's the Crypt Keeper in his bee armor. He's come through the back door, dragging the deadly horde in with him. We get in and continue to battle for our lives as he oozes back outside, finally stopping the flow of striped demons.
We pulled dead bees and stingers from our shins, scalps, arms, etc. whilst we looked at each other in disbelief. Good thing none of us were allergic, or it would have been a blood-bath.
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