Somehow a wasp managed to find it’s way into my bedroom. That’s freaky shit. What’s even scarier is that it just landed in my hair. As a matter of fact, it’s still on my freaking head. I’m about to have a heart attack and die. I’d swat at it but it might enrage it and cause it to sting me.
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Remind me to tell you my wasp story. And my giant bee story. You would appreciate them.
Crap, I forgot to ask you about it. You’ll have to tell me in 2 weeks. -CS
a wasp? holy crap! hope it’s out of your hair.
It’s gone now, thank god. I survived-just barely. -CS
Yes. It’s best just to spend the rest of your life with a wasp on your head.
Hey, if that’s what it takes so it doesn’t sting me, I’m okay with that. -CS
Just point that WASP to the nearest LL Bean, and it’ll likely go away.
Had it been that kind of WASP, he totally could have stayed. -CS
Spray some of that killer bug spray on your head. And don’t worry, it’s what most news anchors use for their hairdo anyway.
Strangely enough, I don’t keep killer bug spray next to the bed. -CS
good luck not getting stung an shit.
Thanks for that. -CS
“Somehow a wasp managed to find it’s way into my bedroom.”
Wha?
Where’s the peril?
What’s a white Anglo Saxon Protestant going to do to you? “Bland” you to death?
The next time that happens, play some gangsta rap. Works like Raid on flies.
I find that WASPs will listen to gangsta rap as long as you flash pictures of George Bush. They’re drawn to pictures of him like a moth to a flame. I, however, don’t have pictures of him in my home as he sucks dog balls. -CS
I’m not that scary in the bedroom, honey – I still had my pants on.
Had we moved on to no pants it would have turned into a comedy. -CS