Wednesday, September 19, 2007


A truck carrying 13.7 million bees done gots into an accident today. The truck rolled over freeing millions of wonderful, sweet, innocent bees. Fly away my children, away from the disease spread to you by mankind. Fly away and heal, then make our food before we die. Then we will reward you by making soap in your likeness, which we will use to lotion up our women's boobies in the shower. That is the highest honor our society can give you, little buzzing friends, and you shall receive it in plenty if you succeed.

1 comment:

LastBeeBuzzing said...

I had an accident in my pants.