Bees.

Here lie my thoughts on Bees:

I Hate Bees. Every day, I wake up in the morning and I can't figure out why they have to ruin my life. I believe that they may be one of the most selfish creatures in the world (aside from sharks, which we will discuss at a later date). Do I wake up in the morning with the idea that I'm going to do whatever it is that I need to do and that if anyone so much as waves his hand at me, I will cause him physical harm? No. I don't. It's bullshit. Bees are bullshit. If another species (say, a dog) starts touching me, I don't stab it. That's fucked up. I would NEVER do that. Especially if it would in turn kill me. Which brings me to my next point: Suicide is almost always an act of selfishness, which further proves my point that bees are incredibly selfish creatures. It's so frustrating that bees are so necessary to our survival, otherwise I would go on a fervent quest to destroy every god damned one of them.


Come on bees... Get it together.