I apologize to all six of you that read this.
Anyway, when I got out of school this afternoon, I decided to really unemploy it up, and have a (flavored) beer on my porch.
Apparently, bees like flavored beer as well, but they're not too keen on asking to share.
So after staring into space for a while, I pick up my drink and hear an angry sort of buzzing.
I look down, and there's a bee getting drunk off my shit...
So eventually, the bee was too drunk to swim or fly, and it died.
Serves him right.
Motherfucker didn't even chip in.
Unemployed Mike
