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According to all known laws
of aviation,


there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.


Its wings are too small to get
its fat little body off the ground.


The bee, of course, flies anyway


because bees don't care
what humans think is impossible.


Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.

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You've been visited by the propane god, I tell you hwat. Copy and paste this to 5 of your friend's profiles, or Hank Hill will bring the pro-pain

Hi there. Sand hole enthusiast here. This looks EXACTLY like the holes I dig when I go to the beach. I often find myself bored when I go to the beach with my parents, and so I like to dig BIG holes with my bare hands to pass the time, and as a sort of challenge to see how deep I can make it (plus it's a good back/legs work out). The deepest one I've dug was almost 10 feet deep (it fit me completely standing up, yes I am tall person). Once it gets big enough, parents often stop by and ask if they can take pictures of their children inside, and most people in general seem to find it amusing.

- Hey, Adam.

- Hey, Barry.
(Adam gets in Barry's car)

- Is that fuzz gel?

- A little. Special day, graduation.

Never thought I'd make it.

Three days grade school,
three days high school...

Those were awkward.

Three days college. I'm glad I took
a day and hitchhiked around the hive.

You did come back different.
(Barry and Adam pass by Artie, who is jogging)

- Hi, Barry!


- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.

- Hear about Frankie?

- Yeah.

- You going to the funeral?

- No, I'm not going to his funeral.

Everybody knows,
sting someone, you die.

OIL GOING UP

According to all known laws
of aviation,


there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.


Its wings are too small to get
its fat little body off the ground.


The bee, of course, flies anyway


because bees don't care
what humans think is impossible.


Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.


Ooh, black and yellow!
Let's shake it up a little.


Barry! Breakfast is ready!


Ooming!


Hang on a second.


Hello?


- Barry?
- Adam?


- Oan you believe this is happening?
- I can't. I'll pick you up.