So this is what has happened to the once grand profession of beekeeping. How can we expect to get our crops pollinated when our beekeepers are more concerned with sniffing their own poop? And can't we at least get some stylish dog beekeepers? Look at those sweatpants... and those weird little bowling shoes. It's like a dog version of someone's crazy grandma who wanders off every now and then and is picked up by the police meandering through a C-Town parking lot talking about the Great Depression. And that's who we have in charge of the entire food chain. Not even a crazy old lady but a crazy old dog lady.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Release the dogs with bees in their mouths (when they bark they shoot bees at you)
So this is what has happened to the once grand profession of beekeeping. How can we expect to get our crops pollinated when our beekeepers are more concerned with sniffing their own poop? And can't we at least get some stylish dog beekeepers? Look at those sweatpants... and those weird little bowling shoes. It's like a dog version of someone's crazy grandma who wanders off every now and then and is picked up by the police meandering through a C-Town parking lot talking about the Great Depression. And that's who we have in charge of the entire food chain. Not even a crazy old lady but a crazy old dog lady.
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There's an old saying that goes, "When the dog done bark, the bees put on crayons." And I think there's validity to that, as you can plainly see.
Only thing left to do now is to release the Robot Richard Simmons.
A dog beekeeper walks into a bar and the bartender says, "Hey man, what's up?" And the dog says "Nothin much. Can I get a Bud Light?" And the bartender gave him one and he drank it and then left. Once he got home he watched some TV, then brushed his teeth and went to sleep.
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