Wasp stupidity
One summer our house was being terrorised by wasps. The nest was down at the bottom of the garden and I volunteered to get rid of it. I came up with a plan which involved matches, some newspaper and the tank of petrol we used for the strimmer. Dressed in my wasp-fighting outfit (which consisted of a pair of shorts and my flip-flops), I approached the wasps' nest.

I started by screwing up some newspaper, placing it underneath the wasps nest and lighting it. I then poured petrol onto it.
The fireball was fairly impressive and took the petrol can, the skin on my hands and my eyebrows with it. Within seconds I was surrounded by an angry cloud of flaming wasps. I ran back towards the house with the bastards stinging the fuck out of my bare legs, arms and chest.
I have learned to treat wasps (and petrol) with more respect.

www.b3tards.com/u/04d821dabf7fcbecc84b/flameywaspdoom.jpg
( 2 Can Chunder Word to your mums, I came to prod bums, Thu 12 Feb 2009, 20:09, 3 replies)

This makes no sense cos you edited
:P

Painful story though.
(Sivvus trolley collision in the fruit aisle led to a jam, Thu 12 Feb 2009, 20:11, closed)

I drew a picture of it

( 2 Can Chunder Word to your mums, I came to prod bums, Thu 12 Feb 2009, 20:30, closed)

LOL!
The picture makes it worth a click
(keyboardman, Thu 12 Feb 2009, 23:05, closed)