One of the more difficult things in life to do is try to run away from a bee without looking like a total bitch. It's that and trying to eat a banana in public without it looking like...well...ya know.
It's this little tiny insect that you could crush with just two fingers. But they're still some terrifying bastards. Ain't nobody wants to get stung by a bee or wasp. Especially not in the dick. That'd ruin your day entirely. So for these snooker athletes to heroically fight back and try to take out the wasp themselves? It just gives me a newfound respect for snooker players and how tough these sons of guns are. If I had to update my rankings in terms of toughest athletes on the planet right now, it would go:
Could you imagine if a soccer player got stung by a wasp in the middle of a match? They'd roll around on the field in agony for the next 18 minutes before some trainer came out onto the pitch with the magic spray to make them stop crying. A basketball player would be out for 2-4 weeks minimum. But not snooker players. A wasp sting on the dick is a helluva long way from the heart.
By the way--wasps might be the biggest dickheads on the planet. I'm not necessarily crazy about bees, either. But at least bees make honey, and honey kicks ass. Highly underrated condiment. I'd be willing to get stung like 3 or 4 times a year if that's what it took to keep honey in my life. But wasps? What the frick do wasps do to contribute to the world? Absolutely nothing. They're just a bunch of assholes who go around stinging people without a single redeeming quality to make up for it. Hate wasps.