The bee flew out and in the house again. He did this 20 more times. By the time he had finished flying, he was very dizzy. The bee was so dizzy that he ended up flying into Nate’s water bottle while he was shooting hoops with Francis. However when he drank the water, he accidentally swallowed the bee. He was sent sliding down Nate’s digestive system. The bee ended up in his stomach. There were so many cheez doodles that there was one for me and two for you and you for me and me for one and two for one and me. The bee eventually drowned in the cheez doodle sludge.
The second bee was flying around Nate’s house. She spotted Ellen’s room. She decided that she would investigate her room. When the bee tried to fly to Ellen, Ellen spotted the bee and fumigated it with here hair care products that destroyed the ozone layer. The bee was blown out of Ellen’s bedroom window and splatted onto Marty’s windshield on his car. The next day when it rained, Marty’s windshield wipers spread the bee all around the windshield like butter.
And that windshield is a metaphor for life. Even if you want something, you can never achieve it. It’s not the bee that makes the windshield, it’s the windshield the bee.
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The bee flew out and in the house again. He did this 20 more times. By the time he had finished flying, he was very dizzy. The bee was so dizzy that he ended up flying into Nate’s water bottle while he was shooting hoops with Francis. However when he drank the water, he accidentally swallowed the bee. He was sent sliding down Nate’s digestive system. The bee ended up in his stomach. There were so many cheez doodles that there was one for me and two for you and you for me and me for one and two for one and me. The bee eventually drowned in the cheez doodle sludge.
The second bee was flying around Nate’s house. She spotted Ellen’s room. She decided that she would investigate her room. When the bee tried to fly to Ellen, Ellen spotted the bee and fumigated it with here hair care products that destroyed the ozone layer. The bee was blown out of Ellen’s bedroom window and splatted onto Marty’s windshield on his car. The next day when it rained, Marty’s windshield wipers spread the bee all around the windshield like butter.
And that windshield is a metaphor for life. Even if you want something, you can never achieve it. It’s not the bee that makes the windshield, it’s the windshield the bee.