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According to reports, the swarm has been mistaken for a bear in a tree and a dark cloud in flight.
I really could see that happening. Bears and bees are like identical.
Posted by: Siouxie | July 30, 2007 at 11:20 AM
they were at the donut shop so we had to go...
likely story from the fuzz...
Posted by: Keilwerth LA | July 30, 2007 at 11:23 AM
Beekeeper Rodney Dillinger told AFP the colony was likely "stressed" and became dissatisfied with their queen. So, they raised a rival queen and then sent her into exile.
She was probably a real byotch. Making them work overtime and banning booze. No wonder they were stressed. I hear she's on her way to Florida.
Posted by: Siouxie | July 30, 2007 at 11:27 AM
When they find them they will bee sooo buzzted.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 30, 2007 at 11:31 AM
"He said they were last seen near a Tim Horton's" donut shop on the edge of town...
That's not helpful--Tim Horton's are everywhere up there!
Posted by: BillyJoeJimBob | July 30, 2007 at 11:35 AM
"We haven't found them yet. But I know which direction they went," he said...
"We believe they are on the Pakistani border, where they working on an Osama-shaped videotape."
Posted by: Betsy | July 30, 2007 at 11:36 AM
Tim Horton's was rumored to be adding caffeine to their coffee to make it more addictive. If the bees got into some of that, they'll buzz all the way to Mexico.
Posted by: padraig | July 30, 2007 at 11:41 AM
Obviously these are not Africanized bees we're talking about. You can't take a broom to a swarm of those types and expect the swarm to let you get away with it.
Posted by: Schadeboy | July 30, 2007 at 11:43 AM
It's a well known fact that a Mountie always gets his
manbusy, honey making insect.Posted by: Mot the Hoople | July 30, 2007 at 11:48 AM
Bee on the lookout.
If you hear a knock on the door acompanied by loud buzzing, don't answer.
Posted by: SW | July 30, 2007 at 11:50 AM
Stevie, but what if it's Punkin??
Posted by: Siouxie | July 30, 2007 at 11:53 AM
Punkin is buzzing?
I said knock, not knockers.
Posted by: SW | July 30, 2007 at 11:56 AM
Hmm...with her...first come the knockers...then the buzzin'.
Posted by: Siouxie | July 30, 2007 at 12:00 PM
At least the cops donut have to go far to find them!!
Posted by: DeskDiva | July 30, 2007 at 12:01 PM
A true story. In the early years of the gold mining industry there were migrant laborers from all over, including portugese speakers from Mocambique, the most common languages were Zulu, Afrikaans and English. In order for everyone to understand each other a bastardized language called Funigalo (funny galore) was developed. The common housefly was called lo picanin flymatchien, i.e. a very small flying machine, a bee was called lo picanin flymatchien ka lo jam, i.e. a very small flying machine with jam. A rock drill used for drilling the blast holes for the dymamite was called a jumper, or jomper in funigalo, and it therefore follows that a mosquito was called lo picanin flymatchien ka lo jomper.
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | July 30, 2007 at 12:02 PM
now we all think you're smart an you're validated there hoople. feel better?
Posted by: Keilwerth LA | July 30, 2007 at 12:15 PM
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | July 30, 2007 at 12:17 PM
Bon, Mot.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 30, 2007 at 12:19 PM
Pay no mind to Keil, Mot. I think you're quite valid every day. He's just still buzzed because we had the same thought several posts apart. ;-)
Posted by: DeskDiva | July 30, 2007 at 12:19 PM
SW - You obviously don't know the buzzing story. And you shall never know.
Siouxie! You got some 'splainin' to do!!
Posted by: Punkin Poo | July 30, 2007 at 12:24 PM
If I had to yell 'lo picanin flymatchien ka lo jam' every time I saw a bee, I'd move.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 30, 2007 at 12:30 PM
I love this story. A bee sent into exile, what could be better!
Mot, you're A-OK in my book. *smooch*
Posted by: Eleanor | July 30, 2007 at 12:31 PM
bzzzzz bzzzzzz
We haven't seen that Siouxie Floouxie, Punkin.
Posted by: No one here but us bees | July 30, 2007 at 12:34 PM
Mot - I don't think you were drone-ing on, either.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 30, 2007 at 12:37 PM
Mottie, ju are fabulous and smart too!
sooooo...small penis in funigalo would be - lo picanin sexmatchien ka lo jomper??
Posted by: One of the future Mrs. Hooples | July 30, 2007 at 12:39 PM
That definitely looks like a guy's office.
Posted by: Bethie | July 30, 2007 at 12:39 PM
Punkin,
But if Siouxie does her 'splainin' then SW will know the buzzing story, even if you did try to leave it behind you.
Posted by: KCSteve | July 30, 2007 at 12:43 PM
Bethie - wrong thread, and I disagree. It's the office of a woman pushed too far, too soon, too often.
*loads another pun in the chamber*
*click*
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 30, 2007 at 12:48 PM
KC, I ain't sayin' nuthin'!
Posted by: Siouxie | July 30, 2007 at 12:51 PM
Annie - You just keep firin' 'em. I LIVE for your puns!
Posted by: DeskDiva | July 30, 2007 at 12:54 PM
*pats Siouxie on head*
Good girl.
Now let's all move along...there's nuthin' to hear here.
Posted by: Punkin Poo | July 30, 2007 at 12:58 PM
Hmph. It's not nice to talk about secrets in public. *pouts*
Posted by: DeskDiva | July 30, 2007 at 01:00 PM
I hate feeling left out.
*pouts*
Posted by: Eleanor | July 30, 2007 at 01:01 PM
Wow! You go to read a blog and a pun fight breaks out. Geez!
Posted by: Doc Rick | July 30, 2007 at 01:01 PM
hate to say it but this already is a major motion picture although this film may have the distinction of being one of the worst "disaster films" ever made.
Posted by: mm | July 30, 2007 at 01:06 PM
Okay, *sigh*
For anyone who is interested, and didn't read it the first time....here you go.
Scroll down to the bold type telling Mary to put the kids to bed.
Posted by: Punkin Poo | July 30, 2007 at 01:08 PM
*snorkin'* again LOL
Posted by: Siouxie | July 30, 2007 at 01:13 PM
Hi, Rick!! (And hi to El, Punkin, Siouxie, etc. who I mighta missed this morning.) :)
GOOD GOD, PUNKIN!!!! And to think I never read that before!!!!!
ROFLMAO LOL *SNORKSNORKSNORK!!!!!!!!!!!*
Posted by: DeskDiva | July 30, 2007 at 01:15 PM
Ms. Poo, that is one classic story that I will be telling my children and grand children as I point to the picture of you and SK.
Posted by: Siouxie | July 30, 2007 at 01:16 PM
Thank you. It is my legacy.
*sobs*
Posted by: Punkin Poo | July 30, 2007 at 01:19 PM
I hope my spelling looks ok since my eyeballs popped out of my head in a fit of laughter over Punkin's story. Thanks, thats the first good laugh I've had in a week.
Posted by: Doc Rick | July 30, 2007 at 01:19 PM
Punkin, you are a legend. Just....really. A friggin' legend!!!
Posted by: DeskDiva | July 30, 2007 at 01:20 PM
oh Punkin' That was wonderful!! Thanks for resharin' I'm trying so hard not to laugh here at work. Only you...
Posted by: mm | July 30, 2007 at 01:26 PM
"According to reports, the swarm has been mistaken for a bear in a tree and a dark cloud in flight"
They are also mistaken for a small boy strutting back and forth in front of the tree, saying, "Tut, tut, it looks like rain."
Posted by: John | July 30, 2007 at 01:27 PM
Dillinger is the good guy??? he must be quite a honey.
Posted by: queensbee | July 30, 2007 at 01:31 PM
Thanks, Punkin!
It's a great story and certainly deserves an encore. ;)
AND - it has a happy ending! LOL
Posted by: Eleanor | July 30, 2007 at 01:46 PM
The cops' first clue was to look near a donut shop? I'm sure they stuck around for quite some time gathering "evidence".
qnsb: Yeah, Rodney Dillinger sounds like a comic whose sideline is knocking over banks.
Posted by: Lairbo | July 30, 2007 at 01:57 PM
Punkin...I'm dyin' here, and really sorry for all those weeks last summer I was too depressed to even read the Blog. That story would have done the work of 500 pounds of Prozac!
...and congratulations on adding the ultimate criterion to the list of "How to Choose a Husband."
Posted by: Betsy | July 30, 2007 at 03:30 PM
Thanks for letting me know I posted on the wrong thread again, Annie! How do I keep doing that? *continues to drink beer and wonder*
Posted by: Bethie | July 30, 2007 at 04:04 PM
Tnx, Punkin' ... I wuz merely gonna suggest that Siouxie & y'all could leave the rest of the gang uninformed, but that wouldn't have been proper (?) or polite (!??!?!?!) ... so I'm really glad you linked it ... great LOL all over again, and now I've bookmarked it ... it's in the file labeled "Stories I will NOT share with my grandchildren, until they have kids of their own" ...
BTW, as to the subject (?) of this thread? Key quote: But I know which direction they went ,,,
OK, so did he make a bee-line for that location?
Posted by: OtheU(manity) | July 30, 2007 at 06:17 PM