Are Beez Happy?
Smiling Faces by the Undisputed Truth
Happiness? Such a strange odd concept.
The fake Bluebird of Happiness only comes to shit on you.
Shitty bird. Shitty bird.
Fix Your Face Bitch! Put the Facade back on!!
The more she chased after the elusive bluebird the more it mocked her as she slammed into one brick wall after another. All the while humming the Bobby McFerrin tune, Don’t Worry. Be Happy.
Outsiders a chorus of Don’t worry. Be happy. Yet never explaining how you can drink poison and be beaten for ten years yet are expected to heal in one day. All the while in the midst of The Perfect Shitstorm.
Ladies and gentlemen we are back after that brief intermission from our sponsors, The Bullshit Express.
It’s been a banner year for idiots despite escapes from maniac Mansion run by the insane clown posse.
Now back to our regularly scheduled programming. And Remember to wear your painted on evil clown smiles.
LOCKSTEP MARCH! My Wooden Soldiers! Laugh. Grin. Giggle.
Snark. Snark. Snark.
Rebar. Rebar. Rebar. It’s rained for 14 days straight. Should we build Noah’s Ark?
Stuck in the middle with you
6 thoughts on “Are Beez Happy?”
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No because they are always after the honey. Bees would Bee happy if the honey chased after them.
Absolutely! I must admit that your reply was the best I’ve read in a long time. It brought me joy and loads of chuckles.Happy Dance!
Humbled am I! What kind words! You are so cute and sweet!! It is always a pleasure to visit with you!😊❤❤
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With gratitude and love,
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