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Hello Motherfucker.

You still alive

I like watching videos of black men shaking their booty cheeks. I don't know why, but when I watch videos of black men shaking their cheeks, my mouth starts to drool, and I dance with the black man as well. When I'm looking at the mirror, I sometimes hallucinate, and see a black man twerking on my couch, and that brings a smile to my face.

I like watching videos of black men shaking their booty cheeks. I don't know why, but when I watch videos of black men shaking their cheeks, my mouth starts to drool, and I dance with the black man as well. When I'm looking at the mirror, I sometimes hallucinate, and see a black man twerking on my couch, and that brings a smile to my face

I like watching videos of black men shaking their booty cheeks. I don't know why, but when I watch videos of black men shaking their cheeks, my mouth starts to drool, and I dance with the black man as well. When I'm looking at the mirror, I sometimes hallucinate, and see a black man twerking on my couch, and that brings a smile to my face...

I like watching videos of black men shaking their booty cheeks. I don't know why, but when I watch videos of black men shaking their cheeks, my mouth starts to drool, and I dance with the black man as well. When I'm looking at the mirror, I sometimes hallucinate, and see a black man twerking on my couch, and that brings a smile to my face

I like watching videos of black men shaking their booty cheeks. I don't know why, but when I watch videos of black men shaking their cheeks, my mouth starts to drool, and I dance with the black man as well. When I'm looking at the mirror, I sometimes hallucinate, and see a black man twerking on my couch, and that brings a smile to my face.

I like watching videos of black men shaking their booty cheeks. I don't know why, but when I watch videos of black men shaking their cheeks, my mouth starts to drool, and I dance with the black man as well. When I'm looking at the mirror, I sometimes hallucinate, and see a black man twerking on my couch, and that brings a smile to my face.

RUSSKA WAS RIGHT ABOUT YOU
          YOU WILL NEVER IMPROVE AND YOU WILL NEVER WILL 

  
          I gotta say something.
          
            
          She saved my life.
          I gotta say something.
          
            
          All right, here it goes.
          
            
          Nah.
          
            
          What would I say?
          
            
          I could really get in trouble.
          
            
          It's a bee law.
          You're not supposed to talk to a human.
          
            
          I can't believe I'm doing this.
          
            
          I've got to.
          
            
          Oh, I can't do it. Oome on!
          
            
          No. Yes. No.
          
            
          Do it. I can't.
          
            
          How should I start it?
          "You like jazz?" No, that's no good.
          
            
          Here she comes! Speak, you fool!
          
            
          Hi!
          
            
          I'm sorry.
          
            
          - You're talking.
          - Yes, I know.
          
            
          You're talking!
          
            
          I'm so sorry.
          
            
          No, it's OK. It's fine.
          I know I'm dreaming.
          
            
          But I don't recall going to bed.
          
            
          Well, I'm sure this
          is very disconcerting.
          
            
          This is a bit of a surprise to me.
          I mean, you're a bee!
          
            
          I am. And I'm not supposed
          to be doing this,
          
            
          but they were all trying to kill me.
          
            
          And if it wasn't for you...
          
            
          I had to thank you.
          It's just how I was raised.
          
            
          That was a little weird.
          
            
          - I'm talking with a bee.
          - Yeah.
          
            
          I'm talking to a bee.
          And the bee is talking to me!
          
            
          I just want to say I'm grateful.
          I'll leave now.
          
            
          - Wait! How did you learn to do that?
          - What?
          
            
          The talking thing.
          
            
          Same way you did, I guess.
          "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.
          
            
          - That's very funny.
          - Yeah.
          
            
          Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
          we'd cry with what we have to deal with.
          
            
          Anyway...
          
            
          Oan I...