Beargryll

There we were, sitting in our room taking gb's as usual, when 3 wasps decide to swarm us. Before i go into this story, i'm going to give you a little background information, me and my brother ( adam ) are allergic to wasp, we also have an uncle who was swormed by them, and hospitalized. Where was i? ahh yes, the wasp... anyways, we were in my room taking gb's, eating doritos, listening to the grateful dead, the usual, 3 fucking wasps simultaneously barge in through my window coming straight for us, i immediately punch one, sending him flying into the wall, ultimately leading to his death. The other wasp saw what had happened and dips.( flys away....)But the last wasp, no, he was a stubborn one, he was hungry, hungry for vengeance, waiting for the right moment to strike, we circled, glaring at eachother realizing we were both fighting for our lives. What he didn't realize was my brother handed me a cup, a wasps worst enemy. I took the cup and cupped him up against the wall, he was frightened, buzzing as loud as he could crying for help, "BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ!!!! BUZZ!!!!!!" he said. I got a piece of paper to hold him in the cup, we thought of something fairly clever, Ohh yes, yes, we decided to spare him, for he was only scared, he didn't have many more years to live anyways. We smoked him out. We took the cup and placed it over top of the smoking utensil, and bopped him in there, but no... no he didn't want to smoke, for he was only a wasp, if had he known he was about to get high, perhaps the circumstance may have changed. He arose out of the bottle before i could even screw the cap on, so i slapped him, luckily he landed in the water. So i screwed the cap on and pulled the biggest gb i have ever seen, we then let him Basque in the smoke, after 2 minutes or so, we opened it. Adam has stated he was dead, so we went to the sink and dumped the water into the sink, he happened to to fall as well. As soon as he landed he fled straight to the bathroom mirror, staring at the mirror in a peculiar way, not knowing where the fuck he was, how the fuck he got there, but he didn't care. For he was as high as the sky, glancing at the mirror no movement at all, after we got tired of watching him into the mirror, we decided to release him, as we learned on the way to my room, he could not fly. We couldn't release a wasp knowing he couldn't fly. It would simply be inhumane. As we took the paper off the cup, he stifled out, gliding straight for the dorito on the floor. As we continued are smoking session the wasp never strayed off, he stayed on that dorito as if he were stuck to it, not moving at all, "He's so fucking dead, he's not moving" adam said."No dude he's just high as a bitch" i stated, after further inspection he was in fact alive, as i poked him he flew in an uproar."BBBBUUUUUZZZZZZZ!!!!"*Translation*"WHO DA FUCK BE POKING ME OFF MY DITOS!" as he charged me, still furious for me taking him off his mountain off doritos, i swung on him, punching him! he flew into the wall, ultimately leading to his death.To this day, that wasps family awaits his arrival from the mission. Little do they know, he was out getting blazed, never to return.

Authors note:I hope you enjoyed this little story that took place about 3 months ago, i will happily answer any questions that you have. That is all, -bear-

nophoazgurl

This was a very entertaining three minutes for me.... Thankyou for sharing! Youre quite brave for punching a wasp by the way =D

Beargryll

the true brave one was the wasp, for he stood up to two humans, not scared at all, in that sense... he deserved to smoke.

Trocisp

It certainly was an entertaining spin on an otherwise unremarkable event.

I liked it, man. You might have a future in writing (check out the creative writing section), that is... if you start splitting up your walls of text!

Beargryll

ahh, its a pleasure to hear that i never share any of my writings with anyone, this is the first time. I appreciate all of the witty remarks/feedback, i suppose i did fairly well for a 15 year old drop out

rodge

it's all in the telling...

entertaining, through-and-through.

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mjb41

Reminds me of a Dane Cook line...

"Fuck bees, I'll punch every bee in the face."

We used to have a drumline instructor who would take bees and wasps out with a single blow of a drumstick. I don't recall him ever getting them high first though...

Jake

I have no business with wasps. I have a good working relationship with bees though. I pretend they don't exist, even when in a giant field of blooming flowers, and they're swarming everywhere, bouncing off my body. They don't sting me if I don't recognize their existence.

Wasps, i stay away from though unless I have spray.

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Beargryll

Oh an orioles fan, iv'e been a die hard orioles fan since i was 8.

yeah, i never kill bee's they're not harmful at all.