OK, so I have this huge fear of bees, and it's that time of year again. I told myself that this was the year, that I finally overcome my fear. So yesterday, I'm standing there waiting for the streetcar, and there's a bee flying around the newspaper box thingy. So I see it, take a deep breathe and try to remain calm. It flies over towards me, so I slowly start to walk away. It follows and follows and follows, so, yes, I started to run, arms flailing in the air, trying to swat the bee away. Here I am, a grown man, nearly in tears in public because a bee started to chase me. I finally lost it, and I was nearly hyperventilating.
Think I have a problem?
Think I have a problem?
Anyways, thanks for your comment and trust me I could dig out some horrendous pictures of me...but I won't
And beer=
See the mix in the last picture? See how it's all gone? That was all me.