Except those aren’t bees, they’re evil hellspawn flying balls of hatred. Hornets. Or wasps, or something. But not bees. Bees are light and laughter; hornets are a curse from nature that we suffer for killing all the megafauna.

Smithers, release the robotic Richard Simmons.

Neither do I.

I saved this picture close to 20 years ago, just because it was ridiculous. I’ve always wondered, “What the everloving fuck is going on here?” And I’ve never come up with an answer. But last night, in a state of what I suspect was hypomania, I decided that now is the time for it to shine once again.