I was driving to work Thursday on the highway, blasting Adele, and making a fool of myself per usual. When I noticed a sharp pain on my left arm, so I swiped it with my other hand, and the pain just transferred to my hand. It was like a magical Satanic joke. By the time I looked at my hand and saw the stingers, I came to the accurate conclusion, that once again I had been attacked by the stupid, crazy, kamikaze, bee. So naturally, I worked with a numb arm, and a useless right hand. At one point I tried to pick things up with my elbows. Not advisable.
That night, my face swelled up, so I took a couple Benedryl and passed out. And I was out man. Like a baby... after it takes benedryl (great babysitting trick though, when you want the kids to sleep. Just stick a Big B in their spaghetti). In my slumber I didn't realize the itchiness on my face the allergic reaction was causing. Nor did I realize that I was subconsciously scratching my face. So, I wake up, stumble into the bathroom, wash my face, look up into the mirror and scream bloody murder at the gashes I've caused on my jaw. My mom comes in, not to see what the screaming was about, but to dump all of my laundry on my bed.
I look like Scarface.
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