I normally don't do shit like this, but today I'm feeling like it. I lol'ed when the story I'm about to tell you took place.
So... I was sitting on the porch smoking my cigarette (wow quitting worked out great :/) when a pair of bees started flying around the ash tray, which they seem to like doing a lot for some reason. I tried to light one on fire, but only managed to burn one of his wings off. He was a trooper though. I'll give him a little credit for that. The bee kept trying to fly as he made his way awkwardly across my porch. His determination and persistence was admirable, but gravely misplaced. For he was headed towards the bushes--t