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Just in from the Storm
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Over the summer I had an Oliva Series V Torpedo that I was going to enjoy at work. It was raining so I raised up the overhead door in one of our big bays for some ventilation and pulled up a chair. Next I lit the smoke with my torch and settled down for a much needed break when I felt something tickle my neck. I ignored it thinking I was just being jumpy (after all soldiers are a jumpy bunch) but then it was there again. I brushed at my neck and much to my surprise it was a bee. The damn thing stung me twice before I finally got the best of him. During my wrestling match with MR. Bee (who apparently wanted my stogie more than I did) I launched the cigar into a puddle that had formed dripping off the bay door. A one in a million shot. I was more PO'd about the loss of the cigar than I was about the welt and my sore neck that I had for three days. ![]() |
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Still Watching My Back
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I never did buy into the whole "leave them alone and they'll leave you alone" addage. At a pig-roast one year, I was just stitting at the picnic table and a bee stung my on my big toe for no reason. Granted, I was too drunk to really care, but still - the nerve of that thing!
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