sufwrx wrote:here i am in my "bee keeper's suit"!
hope everyone likes it.
Billy
While heading up the NE extension of the PA Turnpike, and just outside of the Philly suburbs, I suddenly realized that I had to race like a pisshorse. I wasn't about to get off at an exit, pay the toll, find a place to piss, get back on, and pay again when I got off it closer to home... so I found an area in a rural section with a nice wide shoulder and access to nearby woods. I pulled over, trampled off into the woods over a stonerow, and watered the poison ivy. On the way back to the car, however, I encountered the bees that I had apparently disturbed on the way in. I got stung maybe 5-6 times (Yellowjackets from a ground nest)... and I came shooting out of the woods swatting and jumping around like a fool. People driving past on the Turnpike were swerving all over the place... either in surprise, or paralyzed from the hilarity of such a sight. My brother nearly pissed himself laughing. I jumped in the car and took off, and the venom started working quick from my increased heart rate from fear, running, etc. The good thing was that I got stung in my bad knee, which actually made it feel better, and the combination of alcohol and bee venom was kinda euphoric for a few hours.
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