aaaah! i was on my roof cleaning out my little shed and i got stung by a wasp. it’s my first time. the little guy stabbed me in the back. literally.
and hooo-boy did it hurt. and now my shed is half cleaned and i’m afraid to go back and finish the job.
mr. wasp had a very malicious glint in his eye, and i’m afraid that if i go back he’ll have rounded up his friends and be waiting for me. oh, here’s a household tip for you: if you have an ice cooler and it gets filled up with water and sits outside for 3 years there’s a pretty good chance that it’s going to smell worse than anything you can imagine.
i experienced that today as well. an ice chest filled with nasty brown water. the smell…i can’t even begin to describe it. to those of you who might think that i’m an out of touch sellout egomaniac rock star i would just like to say that i spent my morning scrubbing the most disgusting ice chest you could imagine and picking up big piles of rotten leaves and newspaper and getting stung by a wasp. so maybe i’m an out of touch sellout egomaniac rock star with a penchant for disgusting domestic chores. so i guess it’s time to go and clean my toilet with my tongue.
-moby