WHAT.
There are bees in my grocery store? Bees in this box? Doing their bee business? HOW DOES THAT WORK? Does anyone else think it’s a PROBLEM that there are BEES IN THIS BOX IN MY GROCERY STORE? What do the bees eat if they never leave their box? Is it connected to some complex bee-factory with flowers in the nearby warehouse? Why don’t I hear buzzing? Why am I nervous about tapping the box to investigate further?
You have no idea how much I want to lift the lid and run.
Step 1: cut a hole in the box.
Don’t put your dick in the box! There are BEES INSIDE, haven’t you been paying attention?
All I have to offer is this:
AHAHAHA that’s beautiful.
Where did that come from? You should post it to PassiveAggressiveNotes.com!
A bee bit my bottom, now my bottom’s big.
I blame my bottom on bees, too. And girl scouts.
It’s probably not a great idea to go around admitting that you’ve let Girl Scouts bite your bottom.
I have no control over those rapscallions! I imagine it’s a challenge for them to earn a merit badge showing they’ve overcome all fear.
Ah, girl scouts bit my bottom too, no wonder. Two vecors were involved.
It’s those razor-sharp baby teeth.
Beeware
Y’know….seeing this sparked some ancient memory in my brain, of seeing something exactly like this at the grocery store when I was REALLY young, like…6 or 7… They sold the actual honey made right there, in the store, in jars… probably illegal now, or something but…how bizarre.
How bee-zarre
For reminding me of that horrifying song by OMC, your punishment is to drink moonshine out of jelly jar sold in a general store.
WHOA!!
Where do YOU do your grocery shopping?!?!?
I wanna go shop where there are bees!!!
Man, that is a lawsuit a-waitin to happen. How long before an unattended toddler opens the box, I wonder…
We should both go get bee suits. Then lift the lid and cackle maniacally, and clean the place out. We could totally gut the liquor section before the cops get there. 😉
But then, there would be no bees. And I *heart* bees.
So I guess the city is safe….for now.
This is at WinCo (the Kent location)–it’s high enough off of the ground so that toddlers, even ones loaded into shopping carts, can’t reach it. Hell, reaching the top of the box would be a tiptoe event for me, in all of my 5’2″ glory. You might be EXACTLY the accomplice I need to unleash bees upon society.
Their liquor section isn’t awesome, being that, y’know, Washington state law SUCKS, but their beer selection isn’t bad.
New campaign: bees for beer?
At least you can get it in the supermarket, though. If there’s one reason I’m glad I left PA, it’s the law of not selling liquor in grocery stores.
Actually, there are quite a few reasons, of course, but that is definitely in the top 5.
You can only get beer and wine in the grocery store here. All hard liquor is sold through state-run stores, which, let me tell you, is a PAIN IN THE ASS. Especially when you’d like to buy on a Sunday. Good f’ing luck.
You have no idea how much I want to lift the lid and run.
Oh, darling, I do… I do.
After ghost-hunting, we can free renegade lid bees!
fuck yes!
I was wondering what “LID BEES” were. Also, how they would escape if you were to lift.
This was the first thing to strike me too.
I’m fairly sure it’s a mutant strain from Brazil that can sting you as many times as it wants. Google says the sting is likely to make you stand on your head and recite the Canadian alphabet backwards… and then SOMETIMES your heart explodes.
Google says.
I’m not really scared until the Antartica-ized bees make their way up here. Google says THOSE bees force you via repetitive stinging to take up a career as a clown, buy white van, and live out the rest of your life being beaten by children and admired by the elderly.
The horror!
I like my groceries like I like my coffee…
Covered in Bees!!
That’ll give you…em…bees.
As soon as I saw the picture, I was like LOL@WinCo
They should be a comedy club.