Bug Story

[RocketEd]

I was riding up the Peninsula one day when a yellow jacket got into my jacket and started stinging its way down my chest. So I whip over into the parking lot of what I thought was an empty junk, er, antique store and start frantically whipping off clothes. Off comes the jacket, then the shirt, then the t-shirt, DAMMIT!!, finally, with pants around my knees, I flick the little bastid out of my Jockey's waist band. Phew!
Right about then this sultry female voice comes from behind me, "Oh don't stop now, this is just getting good!"

Chestnut hair, brown eyes, biiig smile. But that's another story........

[dazco]

On 2005-08-26 09:21, RocketEd wrote:
I was riding up the Peninsula one day when a yellow jacket got into my jacket and started stinging its way down my chest. So I whip over into the parking lot of what I thought was an empty junk, er, antique store and start frantically whipping off clothes. Off comes the jacket, then the shirt, then the t-shirt, DAMMIT!!, finally, with pants around my knees, I flick the little bastid out of my Jockey's waist band. Phew!
Right about then this sultry female voice comes from behind me, "Oh don't stop now, this is just getting good!"

Chestnut hair, brown eyes, biiig smile. But that's another story........

LOL!!!! Great story. Probably made all the stings worth it. :-D

[RocketEd]

Yeah, Daz', and to add insult to injury, my so-called "buddy" had pulled over too and just stood there with a big dung-eating grin on his face watching the show. Gee, thanks for the warning, "bro". :-D

Worth it? Does the term "fun while it lasted" ring a bell?