Of course you read it right. Is there a better place for non-lethal punishment bee stings to be directed?
What are you worried about? 
Every time your name comes up on the Wheel O’Vengeance, somebody else gets hammered. You’re like the Paschal Lamb in reverse.
I know. I’m tempted to be bad just to spread the wealth.
Having never been stung by a bee/yellowjacket/wasp/or any other kind of flying stinging insect it sounds like the horror of horrors to me.
I’ve never been to New Hampshire or have any relation to it.
Hampshire Ave is the street I live on.
That’s why I love you so. Only my reluctance to make you weep prevents me from sending the bees to off your boyfriend, the monkeys to drag you to my side as my bride, and the flying robot sharks to destroy Upstate New York so you have no place to escape to.
Ok, come on, stop it.
Upstate NY is beautiful.
Woman, I have already promised to spare it merely for love of you. What more do you want from me, blood?
::sends bee swarm after the Bush Twins to punish Anaamika for her insolence ::
No, Dopers! Get Dopers!
Skald, that’s what we in the armchair legal profession like to call a “tacit invitation to off the boyfriend.” 
India. 1979. I was on the fourth night of a two-day opium and sex orgy with a high-ranking Madagascaran general and a half-dozen east-Asian college co-eds/call girls.
The general and a girl named Nomi went out for cigarettes. I was eating the last of a lemon cake, and trying to make conversation with one of the hookers, but her English was far from understandable in my opium-induced state.
I told her “That’s enough honey. No more talking.”
She said, “Lendon vake?”
I said, “Honey, let me eat my lemon cake cuz I want to go to bed.”
“Lendon ved?” she said.
But at that point, my last hit off the pipe did something to me, and her words began to echo off the walls.
"Lendonvedenlendonvederlendervedendervedderlendenvedderlenderveddenderlendervedder…
“Len…der…ved…der.”
I was lost in the sound of her voice bouncing around my eardrums, and I hadn’t noticed the general had come back, and was standing over me. He was repeatedly asking me if I was okay. I finally realized he was talking to me, and I said “Yeah…yeah.”
Then he asked, “But are you happy?”
I looked at him, nodded my head slowly, and said, “No.”
I was surprised he missed it.
I’ve already sworn not to murder Mika’s boyfriend just so that I can sate my lust. There’d have to be a reason, like he stole the sheets or burped in bed while she was sleeping or something.
::irritably teleports Anaamika the Wheel O’Vengeance, along with a hive of bees and bee-remote-control-thingie so she can be bloodthirsty all on her own::
Now if you’ll excuse me I’m swamped. I’ve got my electro-ray to finish, Superman to murder, Lois Lane to ravish – I’m SWAMPED.
Careful with that – who are you trying to hurt? In Thomas More’s book “Utopia”, the women of Utopia arrange for their men to get beestung privates so that they’ll swell up and give the women more pleasure. Obviously the womenfolk of such beestung men didn’t feel punished, at least in Utopia.
(And this guy is a canonized Saint in the Catholic Church!)
The people who get stung. Duh.
And people call ME nuts.
While those two are making out, let me just point out that this would make an excellent interlude in some kind of mercenary film (like **Dogs of War ** or Lord of War type. Lemonbed of War?)
If that story isn’t true, then dammit it oughta be!
Mine is the result of an SDMB vote. The suggestion was by Crotalus.
My user name is an old joke about New Jersey residents. The joke is all Jersians live near a highway exit. (mostly true 
)
It tickled my fancy and made the list.
It was extra appropriate as when I was but a lad of 18, I was in Navy boot camp and some wise-arse tried the joke on me.
I had never heard it before, so I answered, “Between exits ### and ###, why do you know the area?”
The jokester jaw dropped. It was quite funny at the time, more humorous than the joke itself.
Jim
I think she’ll succeed where I failed. 
There was another reason behind choosing something innocuous. I was encouraged to join by a RL friend who is also a Doper, and wanted to see if/when she would notice. I told her I’d started posting, but didn’t tell her what my handle was. It didn’t take her long to sniff me out.
I never met him, actually, I just dropped off the thing at the sporting goods store where his wife worked. HIP certainly knew him as “Varlos,” so I’d guess that was really his name.
On the other hand, a Google search confirms that it’s an exceedingly rare name, so maybe Bayes’ Theorem suggests that a typo is more likely.
I have checked, and the origin of my name has vanished from the Intarweb thingy.
The very first “Weird Earl” link in the Straight Dope Archive was a link captioned “Find the Black Dot” and went to a website with an optical illusion on it. The image was constructed of a latice of white lines over a black field, and as you looked at it, the intersections of the white lines just out of your direct line of sight appeared to have black (or grey) dots at their centers, which would vanish as you focused on them.
I got curious once to see what else the website had on it, and backtracked the url a bit to get to the original website. It was by some college student, who had also written a bunch of essays on random subjects.
In one (this was during the height of the “psychic network” phoneline scams), he was ranting about all of the infomercials claiming to be able to tell your future for $3.99 per minute. One of them (Psychic Friends Network, I think) was hosted by Billy Dee Williams (Lando Calrissian of “Empire Strikes Back” fame) and the singer Dionne Warwick.
The author of the diatribe offered as an aside that if you put “Dion Warwick” [sic] into Microsoft Word and hit the spellchecker function, it would be corrected to “Dijon Warlock.”
I thought this was hilarious (it’s actually true, too; but I don’t remember what version of M$ Word it is…6.something). I found the name very surreal, and instantly glommed onto it. As long as the web page was up, I always gave credit to the author of the article (and linked to it) whenever the question was asked, but it is no longer on line so I can’t any longer.
So that’s mine.
Pochacco was the first Hello Kitty character designed to appeal to the adult male demographic, which I found really amusing. Back when I used to play a lot of Quake my friends and I would always log on with the most cutesy-pie names we could think of, partially as a snark at the usual crop of “DethLords” and “BloodDaemons”, and partially because we thought it would be more humiliating to be shotgunned to death by someone named “FluffyBunny”. I’d been playing Quake as Pochacco for years when I signed up for the Straight Dope.