James_Cant_Spell

im bored as all heck and need to go to sleep...

depressoexpressopal

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.
          
            
          Looking sharp.
          
            
          Use the stairs. Your father
          paid good money for those.
          
            
          Sorry. I'm excited.
          
            
          Here's the graduate.
          We're very proud of you, son.
          
            
          A perfect report card, all B's.
          
            
          Very proud.
          
            
          Ma! I got a thing going here.
          
            
          - You got lint on your fuzz.
          - Ow! That's me!
          
            
          - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
          - Bye!
          
            
          Barry, I told you,
          stop flying in the house!
          
            
          - Hey, Adam.
          - Hey, Barry.
          
            
          - 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.
          
            
          - Hi, Barry.
          - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
          
            
          - Hear about Frankie?
          - Yeah.
          
            
          - You going to the funeral?
          - No, I'm not going.
          
            
          Everybody knows,
          sting someone, you die.
          
            
          Don't waste it on a squirrel.
          Such a hothead.
          
            
          I guess he could have
          just gotten out of the way.
           
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depressoexpressopal

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.
          
            
          Looking sharp.
          
            
          Use the stairs. Your father
          paid good money for those.
          
            
          Sorry. I'm excited.
          
            
          Here's the graduate.
          We're very proud of you, son.
          
            
          A perfect report card, all B's.
          
            
          Very proud.
          
            
          Ma! I got a thing going here.
          
            
          - You got lint on your fuzz.
          - Ow! That's me!
          
            
          - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
          - Bye!
          
            
          Barry, I told you,
          stop flying in the house!
          
            
          - Hey, Adam.
          - Hey, Barry.
          
            
          - 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.
          
            
          - Hi, Barry.
          - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
          
            
          - Hear about Frankie?
          - Yeah.
          
            
          - You going to the funeral?
          - No, I'm not going.
          
            
          Everybody knows,
          sting someone, you die.
          
            
          Don't waste it on a squirrel.
          Such a hothead.
          
            
          I guess he could have
          just gotten out of the way.
           
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depressoexpressopal

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.
          
            
          Looking sharp.
          
            
          Use the stairs. Your father
          paid good money for those.
          
            
          Sorry. I'm excited.
          
            
          Here's the graduate.
          We're very proud of you, son.
          
            
          A perfect report card, all B's.
          
            
          Very proud.
          
            
          Ma! I got a thing going here.
          
            
          - You got lint on your fuzz.
          - Ow! That's me!
          
            
          - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
          - Bye!
          
            
          Barry, I told you,
          stop flying in the house!
          
            
          - Hey, Adam.
          - Hey, Barry.
          
            
          - 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.
          
            
          - Hi, Barry.
          - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
          
            
          - Hear about Frankie?
          - Yeah.
          
            
          - You going to the funeral?
          - No, I'm not going.
          
            
          Everybody knows,
          sting someone, you die.
          
            
          Don't waste it on a squirrel.
          Such a hothead.
          
            
          I guess he could have
          just gotten out of the way.
           
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depressoexpressopal

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.
          
            
          Looking sharp.
          
            
          Use the stairs. Your father
          paid good money for those.
          
            
          Sorry. I'm excited.
          
            
          Here's the graduate.
          We're very proud of you, son.
          
            
          A perfect report card, all B's.
          
            
          Very proud.
          
            
          Ma! I got a thing going here.
          
            
          - You got lint on your fuzz.
          - Ow! That's me!
          
            
          - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
          - Bye!
          
            
          Barry, I told you,
          stop flying in the house!
          
            
          - Hey, Adam.
          - Hey, Barry.
          
            
          - 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.
          
            
          - Hi, Barry.
          - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
          
            
          - Hear about Frankie?
          - Yeah.
          
            
          - You going to the funeral?
          - No, I'm not going.
          
            
          Everybody knows,
          sting someone, you die.
          
            
          Don't waste it on a squirrel.
          Such a hothead.
          
            
          I guess he could have
          just gotten out of the way.
           
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depressoexpressopal

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.
          
            
          Looking sharp.
          
            
          Use the stairs. Your father
          paid good money for those.
          
            
          Sorry. I'm excited.
          
            
          Here's the graduate.
          We're very proud of you, son.
          
            
          A perfect report card, all B's.
          
            
          Very proud.
          
            
          Ma! I got a thing going here.
          
            
          - You got lint on your fuzz.
          - Ow! That's me!
          
            
          - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
          - Bye!
          
            
          Barry, I told you,
          stop flying in the house!
          
            
          - Hey, Adam.
          - Hey, Barry.
          
            
          - 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.
          
            
          - Hi, Barry.
          - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
          
            
          - Hear about Frankie?
          - Yeah.
          
            
          - You going to the funeral?
          - No, I'm not going.
          
            
          Everybody knows,
          sting someone, you die.
          
            
          Don't waste it on a squirrel.
          Such a hothead.
          
            
          I guess he could have
          just gotten out of the way.
           
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depressoexpressopal

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.
          
            
          Looking sharp.
          
            
          Use the stairs. Your father
          paid good money for those.
          
            
          Sorry. I'm excited.
          
            
          Here's the graduate.
          We're very proud of you, son.
          
            
          A perfect report card, all B's.
          
            
          Very proud.
          
            
          Ma! I got a thing going here.
          
            
          - You got lint on your fuzz.
          - Ow! That's me!
          
            
          - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
          - Bye!
          
            
          Barry, I told you,
          stop flying in the house!
          
            
          - Hey, Adam.
          - Hey, Barry.
          
            
          - 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.
          
            
          - Hi, Barry.
          - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
          
            
          - Hear about Frankie?
          - Yeah.
          
            
          - You going to the funeral?
          - No, I'm not going.
          
            
          Everybody knows,
          sting someone, you die.
          
            
          Don't waste it on a squirrel.
          Such a hothead.
          
            
          I guess he could have
          just gotten out of the way.
           
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depressoexpressopal

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.
          
            
          Looking sharp.
          
            
          Use the stairs. Your father
          paid good money for those.
          
            
          Sorry. I'm excited.
          
            
          Here's the graduate.
          We're very proud of you, son.
          
            
          A perfect report card, all B's.
          
            
          Very proud.
          
            
          Ma! I got a thing going here.
          
            
          - You got lint on your fuzz.
          - Ow! That's me!
          
            
          - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
          - Bye!
          
            
          Barry, I told you,
          stop flying in the house!
          
            
          - Hey, Adam.
          - Hey, Barry.
          
            
          - 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.
          
            
          - Hi, Barry.
          - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
          
            
          - Hear about Frankie?
          - Yeah.
          
            
          - You going to the funeral?
          - No, I'm not going.
          
            
          Everybody knows,
          sting someone, you die.
          
            
          Don't waste it on a squirrel.
          Such a hothead.
          
            
          I guess he could have
          just gotten out of the way.
           
           WattCon
          Get the AppLanguageAbout UsWritersBusinessJobsPressTermsHelp© 2018 Wattpad

depressoexpressopal

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.
          
            
          Looking sharp.
          
            
          Use the stairs. Your father
          paid good money for those.
          
            
          Sorry. I'm excited.
          
            
          Here's the graduate.
          We're very proud of you, son.
          
            
          A perfect report card, all B's.
          
            
          Very proud.
          
            
          Ma! I got a thing going here.
          
            
          - You got lint on your fuzz.
          - Ow! That's me!
          
            
          - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
          - Bye!
          
            
          Barry, I told you,
          stop flying in the house!
          
            
          - Hey, Adam.
          - Hey, Barry.
          
            
          - 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.
          
            
          - Hi, Barry.
          - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
          
            
          - Hear about Frankie?
          - Yeah.
          
            
          - You going to the funeral?
          - No, I'm not going.
          
            
          Everybody knows,
          sting someone, you die.
          
            
          Don't waste it on a squirrel.
          Such a hothead.
          
            
          I guess he could have
          just gotten out of the way.
           
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