What if it Snows?

I told the homeowner that it was getting dropped by rhe street because of the gravel. He actually asked me if I had a forklift to unload it with. I just went to the end of the road and turned around at the intersection, I had scoped it out on Google maps before I left because I knew that road was not meant for trucks.

 

I was running a dozer once and dug up a yellow jacket nest. Those bass turds ate me alive. The one that hurt the worst got me on the top lip just under the nose. My head swole up like I had gone 10 rounds with Iron Mike Tyson

 

Much! I looked like one of them bobble heads.

 

I was speed racing back to the house. That’s for certain sure. I threw it in neutral and bailed. Like Charlie Daniels said. I was stepping and fetching like my head was on fire and my ### was catching.

 

. Worst beesting I ever got was when I was working outside, had a raspberry tea sitting there, and a stinkin honey bee crawled down the straw. I didn’t see him do it, took a swig, and MAN O DAYS that bugger stung. My eyes watered, and my dad and 2 brothers that were working nearby act like they still have PTSD from my reaction. My tongue swelled up like amazing, had to walk around like an ormottsuttle drooling for the rest of the afternoon. I always loved raspberry tea, but too this day I can hardly stomach the stuff. It tastes like a bee sting to me