The one where my room is Africanizing!
I swear to God there's a dangerous bee in my room!
It's angry, I don't know how it got there, but I just want it to leave.
As of now I'm trapped outside my room.
I hate bees. Not out of fear, but rather because of the fact that I've been stung 3,000 times.
Well, maybe it's out of the fear that I'll be stung again -- but the point is, I want this bee to leave.
...Okay, so maybe it's a fly, but I'm not brave enough to be in there long enough to check.
And today on the freeway everything just completely stopped like I was in the fucking movie Clockstoppers or something (I tried and I tried, but unfortunately there was no other movie to fit this simile). All the cars were just completely immobile for five minutes, and then everything returned to normalcy and the traffic instantaneously evaporated. There wasn't even any semblance of a crash in sight. Hm.
It's angry, I don't know how it got there, but I just want it to leave.
As of now I'm trapped outside my room.
I hate bees. Not out of fear, but rather because of the fact that I've been stung 3,000 times.
Well, maybe it's out of the fear that I'll be stung again -- but the point is, I want this bee to leave.
...Okay, so maybe it's a fly, but I'm not brave enough to be in there long enough to check.
And today on the freeway everything just completely stopped like I was in the fucking movie Clockstoppers or something (I tried and I tried, but unfortunately there was no other movie to fit this simile). All the cars were just completely immobile for five minutes, and then everything returned to normalcy and the traffic instantaneously evaporated. There wasn't even any semblance of a crash in sight. Hm.