Oh yes they are!

I can almost hear the Hippies amongst you going, “What about the Honey Angry?“, and “They pollinate the flowers Angry“.

Well, I say fuck ‘em.

I don’t eat honey, and there’s too many flowers to choose from at Interflora as it is. They serve no useful purpose whatsoever and do nothing but frighten small children with their evil incessant buzzing.

I was stung as a child, in case you hadn’t guessed, and my Mum nearly fainted because she couldn’t get the bee-sting out of my wrist whist the Bee was still hanging from it. I think I was six, maybe seven. From memory it hurt, but I don’t remember the pain, I just remember thinking, “Fucking hell, I think my mums going to fucking faint!”.

I was quite a foul-mouthed child. (more…)

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