Sitting on the patio having coffee a bee lands on my arm I am still no flailing of arms I become one with the bee
Narrator: bee stings the shit out of him
New year new me
Narrator: we’re not falling for that again
Me: damn
Sitting on the patio having coffee a bee lands on my arm I am still no flailing of arms I become one with the bee
Narrator: bee stings the shit out of him
New year new me
Narrator: we’re not falling for that again
Me: damn