tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836558471971919548.post3084548466861105071..comments2023-09-25T09:04:19.814-07:00Comments on HOLY SHIT THE BEES ARE ALL DEAD: Ain't no party like a Midwest Beekeeper SymposiumUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836558471971919548.post-930298052778767182007-06-13T13:21:00.000-07:002007-06-13T13:21:00.000-07:00How can you catch dogs if you're in a beehive? Sou...How can you catch dogs if you're in a beehive? Sounds kinda fishy to me. Smells fishy too. Oh God... it tastes fishy. It's everywhere, everything is so damn fishy. I hate seafood. This is horrible. The smell. It's bad. The fish must have been dead for months. Oh God. I'm puking and it both tastes and smells like fish.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836558471971919548.post-29221001058522822372007-06-13T12:42:00.000-07:002007-06-13T12:42:00.000-07:00I was born in a beehive. True story. Kentucky. 195...I was born in a beehive. True story. Kentucky. 1952. It was right after the war ended. Truman was getting all the glory. My pappy was a coal miner. He dug coal for the war planes they used in the Big Battle of 49. And then when it was all over, he an ma had me. In a beehive. Don't ask me how they fit in there or what they were doing. Just know that it was sweet. Sticky and sweet. And the stinging... oh the stinging...<BR/>Now it's almost 40 years later and here I am, a successful dog catcher. I've got no complaints. A beautiful wife, three kids, and horse. Life isn't bad. Not too bad at all.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com