lil_Breadstick420

Y’all ever just stress-drink half a carton of oj at 2 in the morning? 

lqvesiick

Aye Shumaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii whatchu up toooooooooooooo?

lqvesiick

Nothing reallyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, just playing a game with you still hehe
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lil_Breadstick420

Nothin much :> 
            hbu?
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AvacadoToastxx

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.
          
            
          I love this incorporating
          an amusement park into our day.
          
            
          That's why we don't need vacations.
          
            
          Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
          under the circumstances.
          
            
          - Well, Adam, today we are men.
          - We are!
          
            
          - Bee-men.
          - Amen!
          
            
          Hallelujah!
          
            
          Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
          
            
          please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
          
            
          Welcome, New Hive Oity
          graduating class of...
          ...
          and thats all i could fit because wattpad is stinky