Bees 2, Mickey and Betty 83

So today started off like any other flippin' day, I'm draggin' my ass out of bed to go push carts. Everything is pretty stoic until about 9 am, which means I've only been working for 2 hours. Around that time an associate asked me to do them a favor, getting black racks fromlawn and garden and bringing them to grocery for her display-thing. Being the nice fuckin' guy I am at 9 in the morning, I accepted her mission and went off with the other stockman to secure these black-rack-things. We needed to obtain 12 of them, and at 10, bad things happend. Yet another fuckin' bee finds me. This one was hiding in the racks and I grabbed it with my hand. THe little bastard stung me on the part right below the thumb. So naturally I immediately started to swell up, well my hand did, and such pain seared through me like syphillis in a prostitute, not to mention the tight chest thing, but I was preoccupied that the little bastard stung me right then. So I was escorted inside, and allowed to leave. The stupid bastard that I am, I didn't have my pills with me. However, my mom had stashed some r;ljgrgjlkrjglr-phine in my car. That means she used a big name and I forgot it, minus the suffix. So I immediately got sleepy, nauseus, in pain, and couldn't breathe normally. Naturally I stopped my car and slept for awhile. When I woke up, my hand still swollen, it was almost 11.

On Tuesdays and Thursdays I meet "George" for lunch at 11, so my being at Wal-Mart posed a problem. Which was easily solved with a phone call. So after finding each other we dined at McDonald's, she chose. Me being stupid and not taking the bee sting into account, ordered a shit-ton of food, of which I ate about 1/3 of. So after eating we look at the shoes at the mall. She looks at girlie boot type things and I search for indoor soccer shoes. I was the only one to find something. Afterwhich, we parted ways until later on in the day.

For awhile now my car has had shitty brakes and no gas cap. So I stop at autozone to get a new gascap and inquire as to the cost of brake pads. New pads for the entire car cast me $20, and with people saying how easy brake jobs were, Mickey and I were going to do it ourselves. To make a long story short, it took "Mickey" and I about 5 and a half hours to do ONE brake. Why didn't we do the other 3 you ask? Becausr the front calipers needed a special tool thingy to disconnected and the flippin' brake drums wouldn't come off. Now while we were fighting with the drums, bees were everywhere. "Mickey" has the bee's nest from hell about 20 feet from where we were working. SO naturally we got out tennis raquets, a fly swatter, and various other bee killing articles. They didn't stand a chance. Let me just say there were enough carcasses to outline where my car was while we worked. AND THERE WERE STILL BEES EVERYWHERE!!! Well about 4 hours after begining this job we finally have one brake assembly disassembled. YAY! Then it took several tries, and viewings of the untouched assemebly to rebuild the damn system. And I think we did good....

Also, my Assclown of a father made me get rid of Cat-thing. Cat-thing now lives with "Frank" and "George", so it's not that big of a loss, but I lost my cat-child v_v. The rest of the night involved conversations with "Frank" and "Barney" on the phone for flippin' forever, and a lovely night out with "George". And guess what, my damn hand is still fuckin' swollen as hell. Oh, and if I ever meet "Asshat", he is goingto be literally wearing his ass for a hat. Little fucker called LATE again and said a few things to really piss me the fuck off, I'm going to stab his little friend with a twizzler too.......STAB I SAY! >.