sup honey

[fire_of_avalon]

I'm okay with bees. Even mean bees like hornets and wasps because generally they don't smurf with you unless you smurf with them.

[Tigmafuzz]

My friend Lexy and I were walking along a cliff a few years ago (I don't remember why, probably because there were flowers or something) and she randomly begun flailing wildly and slipped and she would have fallen over the edge if I hadn't grabbed her. When I asked her why she suddenly started freaking out, she said, "I thought there was a bee near my head!"

So your first reaction is to flail wildly and possibly anger this cute, mostly harmless creature? He doesn't want to hurt you. He just wants to see if you're a flower. You aren't. So let him try and figure out what you are and be on his way. Don't piss him off by smacking him. Then he'll try to hurt you. And then he'll die. You pissed him off and made him kill himself. You're a horrible person.

...And some bees can summon more bees as they die. You definitely don't want that.

Now, if it was a wasp, it probably would have stung you whether you angered it first or not. Because wasps are total assholes. But if it's a bee or something, you'll be fine unless you do something to trigger its defensive mechanisms. Just stand still or walk slowly and resist the urge to swat at it and you'll most likely be just fine. If it's a wasp, you'll get stung anysmurfingway. So there's no advantage whatsoever to deciding to swat at whatever is buzzing by your head, unless it's a cockroach or some kind of beetle. In which case you smack that smurfer straight out of the sky and stomp on his body several times and mash his carcass into the dirt. Because cockroaches and beetles shouldn't be allowed to smurfing exist.

The reason I was upset at her acting out like that was because I had demonstrated twice earlier that same day that being calm and rational were key elements of living life "properly." I had a much more Zen kind of philosophy back then. I had shown her when a dog came running up to us that staying calm, ignoring it, and then being assertive if it doesn't go away are how to get it to leave you in peace. But the whole time she was freaking out and acting like a bunny rabbit on coke twitching like hell standing on the bench and squealing, which made it hard to get the dog's attention focused back on me. God I hated her so much. I'm going to stop typing now because I completely forgot where I was going with this.

/vodka

[Shauna]

Bees are cool. Wasps are not.

Bee Movie is an abomination and looking at the OP makes me sad.

[Jiro]

I don't care how bad Bee Movie is, you can't deny that the bee in the pic is smurfing chill as bro

[Shorty]

I found this while stalking Jowy's old lj entries.

(SPOILER)
NOW THIS IS HOW IT STARTED, LET ME GIVE YOU A SHOW
ABOUT HOW I WAS COVERED IN BEES FROM MY HEAD TO MY TOE
AND I'D LIKE TO TAKE A MINUTE, DON'T YOU GO NOWHERE PLEASE
I'LL TELL YOU ALL ABOUT HOW I'M smurfING COVERED IN BEES

IIIIIIN SOVIET RUSSIA, BORN AND RAISED
COVERED IN BEES IS HOW I SPENT MOST OF MY DAYS
CHILLIN' OUT, MAXIN', BEING COVERED IN BEES
AND JUST PLAYING WITH MY HORNETS, SITTING ON MY KNEES
WHEN A COUPLE OF BEE FARMERS STARTED STEALING MY FUN
HAD TO SPRAY THEM DOWN WITH MY TOMMY GUN
I WAS COVERED IN BEES WHEN THE BOSS CAME NEAR AND SAID
"YOU'RE JOINING THE COBRAS, GO SIT BY THE FEAR"

I HOPPED INTO THE WIG AND WAS FEELING A BIT ILL
THERE WAS A DEAD OLD MAN AND AN ASTRONAUT AT THE WHEEL
IF ANYTHING, I COULD SAY THAT THIS tit REEKED OF CHEESE
BUT I THOUGHT "NAH, FORGET IT, I'M COVERED IN BEES!"

I - PULLED - UP TO THE BASE ABOUT SEVEN OR EIGHT
I POSED DRAMATICALLY AND I SHOUTED "GRENADE"
I LOOKED AT THE SHAGOHOD, RIGHT HERE AT MY KNEES
AND I BECAME THE PAIN, I'M smurfING COVERED IN BEES

[Tigmafuzz]

I found this while stalking Jowy's old lj entries.

(SPOILER)
NOW THIS IS HOW IT STARTED, LET ME GIVE YOU A SHOW
ABOUT HOW I WAS COVERED IN BEES FROM MY HEAD TO MY TOE
AND I'D LIKE TO TAKE A MINUTE, DON'T YOU GO NOWHERE PLEASE
I'LL TELL YOU ALL ABOUT HOW I'M smurfING COVERED IN BEES

IIIIIIN SOVIET RUSSIA, BORN AND RAISED
COVERED IN BEES IS HOW I SPENT MOST OF MY DAYS
CHILLIN' OUT, MAXIN', BEING COVERED IN BEES
AND JUST PLAYING WITH MY HORNETS, SITTING ON MY KNEES
WHEN A COUPLE OF BEE FARMERS STARTED STEALING MY FUN
HAD TO SPRAY THEM DOWN WITH MY TOMMY GUN
I WAS COVERED IN BEES WHEN THE BOSS CAME NEAR AND SAID
"YOU'RE JOINING THE COBRAS, GO SIT BY THE FEAR"

I HOPPED INTO THE WIG AND WAS FEELING A BIT ILL
THERE WAS A DEAD OLD MAN AND AN ASTRONAUT AT THE WHEEL
IF ANYTHING, I COULD SAY THAT THIS tit REEKED OF CHEESE
BUT I THOUGHT "NAH, FORGET IT, I'M COVERED IN BEES!"

I - PULLED - UP TO THE BASE ABOUT SEVEN OR EIGHT
I POSED DRAMATICALLY AND I SHOUTED "GRENADE"
I LOOKED AT THE SHAGOHOD, RIGHT HERE AT MY KNEES
AND I BECAME THE PAIN, I'M smurfING COVERED IN BEES

...It's so beautiful...

[Sephex]

I made this comic for Psychotic awhile ago. I had to do "something cool" for him in order to get my custom title with red letters. It's been awhile, so I figure it's okay to share this with everyone. The moral of the story is that bees can be helpful. Spoiler tagged because the pic is way too big!

(SPOILER)

[Jiro]

I doubt it is the end at all!

[Sephex]

I doubt it is the end at all!

I'm not even sure if I want the story to continue. The end results might be too harrowing for my soul.