Posts Tagged ‘Stinger’
Ever before wished to see a photo of a trailing stomach tissue after stinging a person’s arm and losing its stinger? Me neither, yet here we are. Amusing exactly how the bit of twists and turns in life have delivered us to this very moment, isn’t it? Like that one country tune goes, ♫ God blessed the cracked road– that led me straight to you ♫ I’m joking, he did not bless that road. It’s been nothing however potholes, unsanitary gasoline station restrooms, and serial killer hitchhikers. Fingers crossed it ends when I nose-dive off an incomplete bridge.
Thanks to Lauren, who doesn’t actively let bees sting her considering that she’s not a f \*\*\* ing crazy person.