What a morning. Apparently a bee did not like me too much. It was pointed out to me that I had a bee on my wrist.. about a moment too late. The little guy decided to go suicidal on me. I told him he should not have wasted his life on me when I would not have bothered him at all or tried to hurt him. Alas, it was too late. Poor little suicidal bee. At least now I know I’m not allergic to bees.
let me get this straight. *grabs the nearest heterosexual* now where were we