When Animals Attack
I once witnessed my best friend savaged near to death by a flock of rampant killer sheep.
It's a kill-or-be-killed world out there and poor Steve Irwin never made it back alive. Tell us your tales of survival.
( , Thu 24 Apr 2008, 14:45)
I once witnessed my best friend savaged near to death by a flock of rampant killer sheep.
It's a kill-or-be-killed world out there and poor Steve Irwin never made it back alive. Tell us your tales of survival.
( , Thu 24 Apr 2008, 14:45)
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Do Bee's count?
I remember one day oh so many moons ago when I'd arrived home hot and sweaty from the cycle trip home from work (I was on a health kick at the time but I've grown up since then).
On arrival home the gf at the time and two of the neighbours wives were all sitting outside my place having a bit of a chat as you do on a nice sunny.
Well being nacked I promptly parked my Lycra clad arse down on the front step whilst I caught my breath (cycling shorts are not pretty, unless you happen to be a cute young thing (read girl here folks)...........
Anyhoo, as I sat there listening to the wimmin jabbering away I had this uncomfortable "itching" feeling in my left but-ock.
A quick surreptitious scratch provides no relief, and if anything it's now starting to get a little nippy.
So I wiggle about trying to get another scratch in without getting caught when out staggers a rather flat Bee.
I'd just been stung in the arse........
At this point I stands up and quietly explains to the ladies present that I'll have to go inside as I have just been "stung on the bottom".....
QUE gales of laughter as I go in search of a mirror and a pair of tweezers........
The gf refused to help on account of the fact she couldn't see for the tears running down her face.....
( , Mon 28 Apr 2008, 15:08, 3 replies)
I remember one day oh so many moons ago when I'd arrived home hot and sweaty from the cycle trip home from work (I was on a health kick at the time but I've grown up since then).
On arrival home the gf at the time and two of the neighbours wives were all sitting outside my place having a bit of a chat as you do on a nice sunny.
Well being nacked I promptly parked my Lycra clad arse down on the front step whilst I caught my breath (cycling shorts are not pretty, unless you happen to be a cute young thing (read girl here folks)...........
Anyhoo, as I sat there listening to the wimmin jabbering away I had this uncomfortable "itching" feeling in my left but-ock.
A quick surreptitious scratch provides no relief, and if anything it's now starting to get a little nippy.
So I wiggle about trying to get another scratch in without getting caught when out staggers a rather flat Bee.
I'd just been stung in the arse........
At this point I stands up and quietly explains to the ladies present that I'll have to go inside as I have just been "stung on the bottom".....
QUE gales of laughter as I go in search of a mirror and a pair of tweezers........
The gf refused to help on account of the fact she couldn't see for the tears running down her face.....
( , Mon 28 Apr 2008, 15:08, 3 replies)
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