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Originally Posted by NONE_too_SOFT
A bee has hit me in the neck and travelled down my shirt, only to bite and sting the fuck out of me. i still have the orriginal bee in my nightstand in a ziploc bag, and i now have the second fucker wrapped in my sock awaiting his own proper memorial...
There is nothing like being stung on the stomach in the middle of rush hour traffic, E-braking into the nearest parking lot, and stripping off your helmet, gloves, backpack, jacket, and t-shirt in front of 30 or so helpless bystandards.
sheesh.
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That happened to me while I was riding with Pistonpete on the skyway. I had less than an inch of my jacket unzipped and that fucker stung me three times down my chest and stomach....I almost rode off the mountain at 110.