A conversation about the space program, and the photo above, gone seriously awry.

B: it’s a bit hard to justify beelions and beelions on a space program
A: lol i was wondering for five full seconds what a bee-lion looked like
B: genetics gone wild
A: i totally need to put that on the AcidFlask Coat Of Arms™
B: rofl
head of a lion
butt of a bee?
A: i think a lion with a sting coming out the other end would be kind of kinky
not awe-inspiring
yeah bee-head lion-tail not so interesting
although then it would be a bee-headed lion
B: HA. HA. HA.
*GROAN*
don’t you mean “sting!”
A: that might’ve bee-n too much of a good sting
B: un bee lievable
soon i will have a bee in my bonnet about this
A: watch out honey, or you might break out in hives from the stress
B: yes yes no need to wax lyrical
A: darn you bee-t me to it
B: i’d be li-on to you if i said that wasn’t lame
i’m sorry to hurt your pride
A: pun is in the eye of the tiger
B: i mane, this is a subjective issue
A: and a tortured tail
B: yes puns shoudl be in-sting-tive
A: *snorts diet coke*
B: WIN!
A: spit-take-ular
B: indeed
one might refer to me as the swarm-i of bad jokes
A: such stinging invective
*smack*
B: *snerk*
A: oh dear that was really bad