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Rebecca
Friday, 6/13/2008 9:50 PM
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Yikes! Bees! Hornet and bees always get my attention, so you're much braver than I! Thanks for posting your books - very inspiring indeed - I don't think mine will ever look that impressive, but I plan to jot down a few of yours and check them out myself! Bzzzzzz....
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bart
Saturday, 6/14/2008 1:43 PM
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Oh yeah, I'm reaalll brave. You did see thta I "scream like a little girl" when bees get too close, didn't you?
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Amber
Thursday, 6/19/2008 12:00 AM
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HOLY CRAP! That's a lot of bees. The honeycomb is pretty cool though.
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steve
Saturday, 6/21/2008 12:16 PM
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Did I ever tell you about the time a friend and I were walking home across an empty lot and I stumbled into a hornet nest.
Hornets, up my pant legs. Stinging. Oh, the stinging.
We start running home. By the time I'm home, no pants. I _had_ to escape the hornet pants. 'cause, you know. Hornets!
Needless to say, my friend filled his pointing-and-laughing quota that day.
I don't think it was Billy Martin.
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steve
Saturday, 6/21/2008 12:27 PM
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Oh... the memories... they come flooding back.
Once I'd shaken out the pants... I think I remember trying to put them back on, but oh the stings on the legs were stingy! stingy I tell you! Stingy!
The pants, they could not be put back on.
A not insignificant part of the friend's hilarity came from me fashioning a denim loin cloth from my Toughskins.
Needless to say, I don't think I hung out with that friend much anymore. Oh, the mockery.
And that's just one small part of how I became the well-adjusted individual that snagged your sister.
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bart
Sunday, 6/22/2008 8:46 PM
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My sister is such a lucky, lucky girl.
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bart
Sunday, 6/22/2008 8:50 PM
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Funnily enough, there have been no returning swarms of bees in the trashcans, swarming the culdesac or anywhere else out of the ordinary.
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steve
Monday, 6/23/2008 3:14 PM
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Swarmin' the Culdesac should be the name of your album.
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bart
Monday, 6/23/2008 2:25 PM
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Ssshhhh...you're not supposed to tell anyone about my plans of Rock Superstardom.
My music will change lives, return peace and harmony to the universe, and will soothe the savage beast. Even unicorns and ligers will lie down together in peace and love.
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