Book and Set: Time = nothing/everything!

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The Continuing Confusion of Jerry and James.

Jerry and James got to the party exactly twenty minutes late (fashionably, of course). They just buzzed right in, and Jerry immediately got to work on a particularly beautiful geranium. James stumbled over to the pollen bar and ordered two shots of nectar (this was in vain, because Jerry had already begun to engage the geranium sensually). James watched in disbelief for nearly twenty seconds before he quickly flew over to Jerry, who has actually quite busy. "Jerry," James approached, "We are bees. Not butterflies."

"Well l-look what the spider dr-drug in," said Jerry, already inebriated, and actually very busy.

"Honestly, I didn't know it was possible to get drunk so fast," James countered. He sighed. "Look at you, sir. What have you become? Barely out of the larvae stage. Can't even terrorize the Fat Ones? What are you, some kind of plant whore, a botanical slut (if you will)?"

"Th-that's not what you're mother s-said last n-night?!" Jerry spewed, stumbling into the side of the pot, so discombobulated that he didn't know how to fly. Without further ado, Jerry's drunken motions threw him off the earthen balcony, and into the water that plant was sitting in. 

"So," said the geranium, with a hint of lust in her voice, "Doing anything tonight?"

End.

What can I say? I hvae a way of dsetyoring wrods!

Good night, kind sir.