Do you have to be old like me to understand the razor blade reference?
A note on the killing of bees or anything anything else. I almost never kill anything unless it comes in the house. If you’re a bee or a spider in the outside world, we’re just fine; that’s where you’re supposed to be, and I’m not going to mess with you in your home. When you come into ours, however, and you have a stinger or a mouth that bites, well…that’s my deal breaker. Adios, seńor bee; if you could just have two minutes back…
I broke a bee with a book
on a page of mathematics homework
on a table that used to be in
the back corner of a bar;
I assure you I broke it but good.
Now there’s like three or four
different bit-pieces of bee
on the book and the table and the paper below.
Maybe if he’d thought again
about coming in the house,
this would have turned out
better for the bee.
Good thing Brawny is
the quicker picker upper.
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You too. Thanks for reading. Happy Halloween!
Oops, I didn’t mean to leave it at that. I definitely agree on the bug thing. I like them fine in their home, just not mine. Love you, bro.
Unfortunately, dear, now they find worse. I have already read a story of meth in a trick or treat bag. Pray for us all.
Sad indeed. Love ya. Have a fun night.