Well chaps, and chapettes...I was on my daily rounds today (driving around for no reason) and I found a house that had been partially burned down.
I rolled on up, and as I was passing their shed thing, it didn't say "No Trespassing" which I was expecting, it actually said "Danger, Live Bees"...which was 153% more terrifying. Lest I end up like Nicholas Cage at the end of "Wicker man"...getting faceraped by bees, only in my case, they wouldn't be CGI, and I wouldn't have had to opportunity to punch a woman dressed as a bear in the face.
I could see old bee hives everywhere, but I didn't hear any bees. So I started making my way up to the place, and I found a door to the side, and it was locked. I looked around, and then summoned by sternest, most Bruce Willis like expression, then I let out a furious roar, just to let the door know I meant business. Then, after taking a deep breath I just fucking kicked the bitch open. It just fucking blasted open too, like it had recently been in a fire...
Then I checked around for any ladies who might have seen this example of my mantastic power. Sadly for the female population, there were none.
Once I entered the door, I realized the entire back of the house was burned open, and had I kept walking literally six feet, I could have avoided hurting my ankle, and scuffing up mah shoe.
Then I rolled on through the place. I had to go slowly and watch my footing a lot, since it was pretty flimsy. Brick walls had almost no support, and most of the roof looked like a slight gust of wind would send in crumbling in.
Here is the first pic of about fifteen. I took them with my cell phone this time, so the quality isn't the best, but it's pretty good. Also, I was standing in the complete darkness of the cellar before I realized my camera phone has no flash. That was cool. Not really.
I'll post the rest later tonight, or tomorrow night...