AAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!!!! (Or however that's spelled)
At the risk of being repetetive...
I got stung by a [censored] bee yesterday.
This one got me square in the chest. Right between the... Where once there was a paltry excuse for a cleavage, there is now a third boob. I swear, I can cup the damn thing.
I don't know what's going on. What's gotten into these bees? And why are they using me for their suicides?
There are other regulars on the bike path that I've come to expect. We share familiar "hello"s and such as we pass each other, but that's it. I don't know any of them personally, but I'm really curious as to if any of them have been similarly suffering this summer.
Well, I may never know.
In the meantime, I do want to express a bit of apology. This latest violation occurred as I was happily travelling on the goose poop course. So I'm sorry for any sullying of virgin goose ears that occurred during my uncensored response.