“The bees in my stomach are dead and getting used to it.”
“Butterflies in your stomach. That was such a crappy metaphor. More like killer bees.”
“Kind of like love before first sight.”and“Butterflies in your stomach. That was such a crappy metaphor. More like killer bees.”
“People are heavy when they're dead. I also nearly ralphed every time I caught a glimpse of the skin flap flapping, and I'd seen enough CSI to know that my stomach contents could be used to link me to the site.”
“I could just remember how my father used to say that the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time.”
“Like the bee, we distill poison from honey for our self-defense--what happens to the bee if it uses its sting is well known.”