Feed Me! Feed Me, Seymour!
Strwberries. Nice fruit ruined by nasty little seeds.
and he built his tower brick by brick…
brickybrickybrickbrickbrickbrick
Beans be gone!
They came, they grew, I cut the little buggers down! Roar! I am a bean god!
Beans at last!
Shitting Crikey! Beans!
Clucking Hell!
Tonight we have Tim Westwood with “Pump up my Hen!”
Best Rump
No touching.
Shutterbug Burro the Tenth
Too long by a whole length of too longness.
Operation “Cheer Jooles Up!”
You men are fine men. The finest we have. That’s why we are sending you to your certain death first, to show the enemy we aren’t afraid of needlessly wasting the best this country has to offer just to make a point. I salute you, you brave and beautiful fools.
Head Burro 1 - Tiny Wasp Nest 0
Needs must when the Devil rides your arse and calls you his tiny pocket beeyatch. So I hear.
The Maybe Bee House
You should have seen me fall backwards out of the shed when I heard a buzzing.
The Purple What-Nows?
By Zeus’ Holy Beard!
Tiles. Tiles as far as the eye can see!
We are but slaves.
My beautiful beans
Still don’t believe me? Blimey! Tough crowd. Well why not ask the bees that seem to love them.
