Okay I’mma try and simplify it but basically my brother and I were at the park

So my brother is like the best at pushin’ swings, so my scrawny ass was soarin’ high as all get out and havin’ a blast! 

I still don’t know what caused it, but out of nowhere, a swarm of 60 thousand bees covered the whole playground. 

It was like when Winnie the Pooh Bear got caught stealing honey and that cloud of bees just followed him and stung the living shit out of his rump. Except I was now Winnie the Pooh, swinging in a cloud of bees, and there was no honey just torture.

So as I’m still swinging, I think of the only options are death or broken legs. 

In conclusion, I hate Honey Nut Cheerios.

Bet you that landing stung

LEAVE

was it the bees knees?

I can’t bee-lieve this I’m laughing so hard