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painted-bees:

Penh was eyeing up my lollipop something fierce. 


Expecting her to be repelled by it, I let her check it out.
She wiggled her antennae all over it before shoving her face right into it with the fervor of a five-year-old sugar addict. Sean managed to snap a shot of the moment! 

Apparently it’s not “bad” for her, but too much sugar can’t be very ‘good’ either! Though, I’m have a feeling that she would insist otherwise if she were capable of doing so.

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Peter Fry

Peter Fry,Was a hell of a guy,And he lived with his Aunt at number 28.
He was small,And wore tennis shoes without socks,Band tees and Levis jeans were his cut,And at night there were no slippers, just Crocs
Everyday was the same,His life is boring and lame,Until he boosts up his Mac and starts his game.
Peter Fry,Was a hell of a guy,He slays dragons with a swoosh of his mouse.
He was strong and fit,And played an ocarina that told time,Wandering the land,Questing through sea, grass and sand,Looking for the Lazarus pit,And he wasn’t alone in his quest,There was Tinkerbot_12 and SutherlandXo7,A powerful mage and a proud archer.
Away from the screen, Tink was just turned 14,Her ears still wet in teenage daydream and Suth works the tills in Wilkos.
Peter Fry,Was a hell of a guy,He was 24 years young.Blue hair on his head, And bristles coming out of his nose,He delivered the papers on Thursdays, Inbetween his Auntie’s radio shows.
Peter Fry, Was a hell of a guy, The boy who never grew up.
Peter Fry,Was in Hell and that’s why,He was found hanging from a noose on the stairwell.

Peter Fry

Peter Fry,
Was a hell of a guy,
And he lived with his Aunt at number 28.

He was small,
And wore tennis shoes without socks,
Band tees and Levis jeans were his cut,
And at night there were no slippers, just Crocs

Everyday was the same,
His life is boring and lame,
Until he boosts up his Mac and starts his game.

Peter Fry,
Was a hell of a guy,
He slays dragons with a swoosh of his mouse.

He was strong and fit,
And played an ocarina that told time,
Wandering the land,
Questing through sea, grass and sand,
Looking for the Lazarus pit,
And he wasn’t alone in his quest,
There was Tinkerbot_12 and SutherlandXo7,
A powerful mage and a proud archer.

Away from the screen, 
Tink was just turned 14,
Her ears still wet in teenage daydream and Suth works the tills in Wilkos.

Peter Fry,
Was a hell of a guy,
He was 24 years young.

Blue hair on his head, 
And bristles coming out of his nose,
He delivered the papers on Thursdays, 
Inbetween his Auntie’s radio shows.

Peter Fry, 
Was a hell of a guy, 
The boy who never grew up.

Peter Fry,
Was in Hell and that’s why,
He was found hanging from a noose on the stairwell.