A lot of my posts have been serious or hyper-serious lately. Having said that, I hate bees. Well, I don’t actually hate them, but I hate what they do to me. They have yet to sting me so far, while I’ve been out here. But it’s impossible to enjoy a cigarette outside without being accosted by one.
A bee will fly up, and be like “HEY MAN YOU GOTA PROBLUM?!” and in a panic I will accidentally drop my brand new lap top and scurry inside, sometimes with my cigarette still in my hand. And then I will get yelled at for bringing a cigarette inside.
Fuck you, bees. Don’t you have some flowers to fawn over or something?
