Me: (pointing to a small speck of blood on Brock's face) Did you just pop a zit?
Brock: No . . . it was a bee . . . an angry bee. He stabbed me with his booty.
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This is the same man that is currently reading passages to me from Kissinger's dissertation, A World Restored.
One minute making me laugh with tall tales of bee's booties, the next minute boring me with a lecture on the diplomatic savvy of Klemens von Metternich.
Ain't he grand? :)
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