Satans winged envoys
When I worked for a small architecural practice, as the office bitch, I often wondered who owned the 3 bee hives on the lawn next to the car park.

The following spring, whilst speaking to our receptionist, I saw this stout lady in twin set and pearls arrive, along with her double barrelled surname and 2 fuckwit gun dogs, and she then proceeded to piss about with the bees.

Obviously she relied on shouting at the bees, the same way she treated the dogs, to keep them subdued as she wore NO PROTECTIVE SUIT.

Anyway one of the wee fecker decided he wasnt being spoken to like that and, to cut a long story short, flew up her skirt and stung the toffee nosed Tory on the cnut! This was deduced by the Michael Jackson-esque grabbing of her own crotch and high pitched "oows!" she made as she staggered backwards (moonwalked?) into her Landrover to inspect the damage. After 10 minutes she managed to drive off.

We were all pissing ourselves at the reception window.
( Fire & Forget it's the only way to be sure, Thu 2 Jun 2005, 23:30, Reply)