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The Bird and The Bee

Once upon a time,

there was a Bee who got sick

off of Bird shit and lost a wing.

Flying lopsided, the Bee ran into

a Bird who couldn't fly straight

because it got sick off

of some nasty Bee shit.

They fell to the ground,

a little bit dirty and a little bit confused,

found a drink and drank it together,

then realized that the only thing to do

was to sew their fucked up wings together.

They did and they flew.

They became a Beerd.

The first Beerd in history-

The now have a contract

to document their sex lives

on a reality show on E!

Moral: A lame duck always has a story worth televising.


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