So fuck, what I have a tumblr? Oh yeah. Totes made it as a joke and then people started following me so I stopped posting or something actually I forgot my account info and what email I used because I have like ten thousand of those things because some reason and bananas and I couldn’t be bothered to go figure it out and I’m lazy and don’t have anything to say and why the hell do you think I want to talk to you people in the first place, oh wait I’m talking to you now.
Fuckin’ bees, man. Whater ya gunna do about it, huh?
Yeah, that’s what I thought.
This is a tumblr in case you couldn’t tell. I sure can’t because nobody posts anything here ever because I don’t care. Welcome to the present. Tune in to channel 3 for today’s weather.
Don’t follow me, it’s bad for your prostate. Bees are still pretty bitchin though. Bzz, muddafukka, bzz. I’m swearing because I want to upset you.
This is a test. This is a test of the emergency broadcast system. This is only a test. Please turn off your television.
Originally, I doodled this because I was going to lose my job, but I just got a call saying that I’m not going to be laid off after all.
So now sad-bee is sad for no reason. Poor sad-bee.