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The guy told me not to worry about the wasp because it would be dead in a few seconds anyway.
This guy is one of those big, Billy Badass types. He completely destroyed it (probably just by flexing his pecs at it).
Alrighty then.
And don't get me wrong, insects in general, including roaches, don't scare me. They don't even really bother me, other than the grossness that is inherent in roaches, but whatever. But for whatever reason, this guy, who has told guys twice his size to piss off, who is afraid of almost nothing, is terrified of bees, wasps, etc. To the point where my friends have laughed their asses when they saw me running like a little schoolgirl from one end of a bar to the other to get away from a single bee.
And no offense to little schoolgirls....chances are I was even wussier than the average one of them in that situation. Seriously. (And no, I have no rational explanation for this...which is probably why they call it a phobia.)
But for whatever reason, this guy, who has told guys twice his size to piss off, who is afraid of almost nothing, is terrified of bees, wasps, etc. To the point where my friends have laughed their asses when they saw me running like a little schoolgirl from one end of a bar to the other to get away from a single bee.
I have the same problem with bees. I'm not allergic, nor is there any logical reason for me to be frightened, but I am. Every. Single. Time.
Also, *runs away from Dips's bees*
Last edited by RootedPhoenix; 12-07-2009, 01:03 AM.
Reason: fighting redundancy.
1129. I will refrain from casting Dimension Jump and Magnificent Mansion on every police box we pass.
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I think they use it to trade from one level to another. You make your rope, toss it down to the guy below you with whatever you're trading. He unties it, ties on his payment and you pull it back up.
Pretty much. They get these cheap threaded blankets and just unravel them to make a thin rope. There some kind of weight tied or taped to the end, which can be a comb, a bar of soap, or a pen. They'll fish for just about anything that isn't bolted to the floor and will fit under the 1" space between the bottom of their doors and the floor. I've seen everything from a small folded packet of taped up paper (a "kite") with a little bit of coffee grounds to a small trash bag full of gumbo. The long-term Seg guys can fish to any cell in the entire house. Sometimes its fun to just watch them do it.
And no offense to little schoolgirls....chances are I was even wussier than the average one of them in that situation. Seriously. (And no, I have no rational explanation for this...which is probably why they call it a phobia.)
Well, I can guarantee you were wussier than me when I was a school-girl. I used to pet bees. Would freak the hell out of anyone around me.
My ex is an cnidophobe. All that thrashing around was always much more likely to get him stung than if he'd just chill. I've only ever been stung a couple of times, once when I was like 5 or so, and again in high school when the gardeners were disturbing a nest... during school hours... near the main office. Yeah, whoever decided to have it done at that time was a genius.
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Faith is about what you do. It's about aspiring to be better and nobler and kinder than you are. It's about making sacrifices for the good of others. - Dresden
My ex is an cnidophobe. All that thrashing around was always much more likely to get him stung than if he'd just chill.
This drove me nuts with one guy I knew at undergrad. He would flail his arms around madly whenever one was near. When I told him to stop swinging at the bees he yelled that he was allergic.
So stop making them mad, you dolt!
"Enough expository banter. It's time we fight like men. And ladies. And ladies who dress like men. For Gilgamesh...IT'S MORPHING TIME!"
- Gilgamesh, Final Fantasy V
I never said they were filthy or dirty, merely that they were gross. I believe the technical term is "icky." Ever squash one? Gross.
*twitch*
Ew, no way! The biggest bug I will ever squash is an ant.
A family member once squashed a potato bug and it just totally passed my gross-out threshold.
*shudder*
... I mean, potato bugs on their own are pretty close to that anyway... you ever encountered one, then you know what I mean... *twitch*
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Faith is about what you do. It's about aspiring to be better and nobler and kinder than you are. It's about making sacrifices for the good of others. - Dresden
Mr. Dips is terrified of bees, wasps, hornets, yellow jackets...anything with a stinger.
He also does that flail and piss them off EVEN MORE thing whenever he encounters one (I'm surprised *I* haven't been stung yet because of it). It doesn't make any sense but I guess he isn't thinking straight in that situation.
The best karma is letting a jerk bash himself senseless on the wall of your polite indifference.
Emotional Freedom Techniques (EFT) works wonders for helping phobias. Basically it's tapping on various points of the body combined with an "even though I [am terrified of bees] I can feel ok about them instead" or somesuch. Looks stupid, works wonders, especially for knocking down pains from mild burns, cuts, accidents, etc. I use it on a regular basis and it does work once you've gotten the hang of it. It's helped people with things from schizophrenia and diabetes, to death of spouses and bedwetting, so it will help your fear of bees. [No I'm not being compensated for this plug, I'm sharing what works for me. Try it if you're interested; otherwise don't.]
Now on topic:
Goddamnit I had to listen to that song after reading the title.
Regarding the bags of Hooch that Kara mentioned: I'm kinda curious, how do they get their hands on stuff that ferments and how do they make it? It just amazes me that people will still try to make alcohol in prison.
Regarding the debate on chess pieces and which is the hooker:
Success is not final, failure is not fatal: It is the courage to continue that counts.-Winston Churchill
Regarding the bags of Hooch that Kara mentioned: I'm kinda curious, how do they get their hands on stuff that ferments and how do they make it? It just amazes me that people will still try to make alcohol in prison.
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