A bee, trapped by the force field of a window between our dude and a couple highschool girls, would eventually exhaust itself to death like the other bee carcasses on the sill. Our dude took action by bringing his gentle, peaceful, generous, kind and faithful self to the presence of the distressed bee.
The bee flew onto his finger instead of the cup or lid and began to walk up along the dude’s hand and forearm. He said, “All right dude! You want to come with me!” He lost sight of the bee as he watched where he was going to exit. When outside, he asked some guy, “Is there a bee on me.” No bee.
When he came back inside, he asked one of the girls on her way to the bathroom, “Excuse me, did you happen to notice if the bee was able to leave with me?”
She said, “I think I saw it fly away.”
Dude loves chillin’
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