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A large bee went SPLAT on my windshield, oozed up with the wind, fell over the top and bounced off my chest into my lap. I pulled over, looked down at his crushed, shaking body and asked "Mr. Bee, when you hit my windshield what was the last thing that went through your mind?"

 

He looked up and, with his last quavering breath, gasped "My arse."

 

Have a fun day, everyone.

 

:mustache:

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