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Photographs taken at Centennial Gardens today, moments before I was stung by a huge bee.
May 20, 2016
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... you can talk about whatever you want.
Photographs taken at Centennial Gardens today, moments before I was stung by a huge bee.
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So cheerful and elegant. Lovely photography!
Ouch! Lovely parrot tulip and Brunnera macrophylla.
A huge bee in a huge flower? Unexpectedly!
No, the bee was hiding in the slats of a park bench that I sat on.
@Althouse, you're okay, we hope.
So you got stung in the bee-hind?
Jeopardy's annual hamfest is on, and it is pathetic the softballs they pitch these "celebrities" and they still are stumped for answers.
Sisero Wong, Strip-Club Bouncer.
Yeah, I'm half-Chinese. What the fuck does that matter?
I'm working the side of the stage, afternoon shift, making sure the strokers don't stroke on my watch, when I see it first. I see everything first: that's what a bouncer does. Eagle eyes.
In through the door comes this bee. Me, I respect bees: they are little bad-asses, they'll get up in your face and shit, even though you're, like, a thousand times bigger than them.
Well, the bee heads straight for Misty, who's working the pole. Of course the bee is gonna go for Misty: she's all covered in some coconut-smelling body lotion, and she probably has some flowery rain-forest shit in her hair.
So Misty sees the bee, and it follows her in circles as she spins around the pole, buzz buzz buzz.
"A bee!" she yells, and then she is dashing awkwardly from one side of the stage to the other in her four-inch heels and g-string, hands waving in the air.
"Help me, Sisero!" she says, but -- like -- what can I do? I can't stop a bee from being a bee, I'm here to handle drunks and assholes, not some Park Ranger Gardener shit.
Misty turns on the stage to head back across it, her hands covering her tits -- she invested a lot of money in those tits -- when she slips on a couple of loose dollar bills.
She falls flat on her face -- Wham! -- and then the bee lands and stings her in the ass: little dude missed stinging her asshole by like an inch.
Now Misty is crying uncontrollably, sobbing that she hates bees.
Few things kill the mood in a club like a stripper on stage, crying: guys can get that shit at home. Well, the ones who aren't total losers.
Yeah, the only thing worse is when an ex-boyfriend storms the stage and tries to pull his stripper ex off the stage by the hair. Although once when that happened a dude in the audience went straight to the bathroom to stroke off. Like: I can only handle one problem at a time...
I am Laslo.
Girl with pixie haircut accosted and chased out of the Ladies' by woman suspecting her of being one of them transgenders.
Store security guard order man out of the Ladies' and "escorts" him out, saying "they have not passed that law yet." So the cops arrested the security guard.
Who could have seen this coming?
Stung on the leg.
"Jeopardy's annual hamfest is on, and it is pathetic the softballs they pitch these "celebrities" and they still are stumped for answers."
I know!
It's like children's Jeopardy.
I predict and bet* that this will turn out to be a fake, witch-hunt style headline, like the "bath salts" Miami cannibal attack:
'Cannibal' woman 'tried to eat friend's face' and bit boyfriend and police officer in drug-fuelled rampage
"A WOMAN has been arrested for allegedly trying to eat her friend’s face after she took a dangerous cocktail of drugs.
Lindie Stewart, 37, is thought to have taken a mixture of cocaine and crystal meth before going on her rampage."
"Is thought to" = some cop making up stuff.
Local news report with info omitted in from the click-bait stories:
But Stewart's roommate, Bill Jeremenko, does not believe she was on bath salts or drugs.
"I spent all Mother's Day, I cooked her breakfast, she stayed here all day she was doing fine, she was taking her medications," said Jeremenko.
He believes those medications may have been what caused her to act the way she did.
"I want to know what's going on, because I care for the girl," he said. "She's like a daughter to me."
*Any takers?
My contribution to the café is just this. Barbara Boxer's "fear for her life" reminds me of the question posed by Brian Roberts (Michael York) to Maximilian (Helmut Griem) at the end of this scene in "Cabaret".
It's so appropriate, right down to the notion that the Progressives have that tomorrow belongs to them. Hey, Hillary, do you still think you can control them? Boxer can't. Good thing for her she's retiring from politics.
Stung on the leg.
Hmmm. Right when we were imagining the thoughts going through Meade's head as he rubbed lotion on the sting.
Jeopardy! give stiffer questions than this on "The Children's Hour."
Do you have a huge owiee? So sorry. Kiss it better Meade.
beautiful!
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