Me Like Bees

The best thing about Me Like Bees, besides their sensual candor, explicitly erotic bedside manner, and rapidly shrinking refractory period, is that their music sounds like it's fucking sunny outside. 

Like, right now, it's snowing sideways with windgusts over 30mph (or in kilometers, it's fuck you be American), but with this "Tundraland" video playing on my computer, it's fucking 74 (FARENHEIT YOU FOREIGN MOTHERFUCKER) and sunny and I don't have to work and I'm wearing clean underwear. That's like, the opposite of reality, but fuck, I LOVE ME SOME ME LIKE BEES!

Also, since I AM a beekeeper, I like Me Like Bees because me actually like bees. 

While the video does have much to be desired when it comes to CGI, I am pretty impressed with the short shorts on mustache dog pound man AND his choice in driving gloves. I'm always partial to brown or tan leathers on me hands when grippin' me wheelz, but that's just because I like how esteemed brown leather makes me feel. Black leather makes me feel like a piece of meat or a sexual prize, and I'm neither. I'm a meaty sexual being and I like brown driving gloves okay? 

Fuck right off with your hoity toity toits and hoits bro.

I LOVE ME LIKE BEES.