.....and not the kind with receding hairlines and killer riffs, but ready to rock me like a hurricane all the same.
Its pretty fascinating really. I'm still amazed that I didn't get stung. Especially since my foot was on him for at LEAST five seconds. My Dad seems to think the stank from my foot might have stunned it.
Whatever.
I'm glad that I'm here to share the lovely little critter story with you. Enjoy.
PS: I'll have another post for you on late Friday. Gots me sumpin to say. Little hint?
Time to slap your assy countsy. You kinda have it coming. Don't worry though, I wont be too rough on you.
Pansy.
