Did you know that according to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway.

Why are you looking for more things, You want my secrets? My untold facts? Come take em from me. Just walk through my door, come into my home, and take em from me. With your weak, soft, liberal, girlish hands. Just try to put those hands on me. Those soft liberal hands, just put em on me. On my body. Just slowly gently dragging your fingers up and down my arm givin' me goosebumps. You want my secrets? Come kiss me for it. But not like right away, don't be too obvious with it. Let's do that thing where we-- our faces get close to each other and you know it's gonna happen, it's just a matter of time you just stare at each other's lips but you're waiting for the right signal to give yourself over to them completely like it a walk to remember. Come do that for my secrets. Bite my lip and play with my hair...for my secrets. If you want em, come spank me for it. Not like... not like to hard but like, like still hard, you know? Like, like hurt me but make me feel safe at the same time, you ♥♥♥♥♥ liberals.