| Queer Aunt Barbra often had a difficult time coming up with "feasible" activities for the kids at her daycare. She was often incredibly flamboyant with her method of babysitting, and many legal authorities tried to shut her down for unsafe parental methods. |
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 | Hey, kids! Let go play tag with scissors and eat glue! | |
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| Barbra wouldnt have it though. She was never considered the most genial of women; shed flick boogers at you if you insulted so much as her hairstyle. Many thought it was because she was rumored to have been raised by a hive of bees; she could never stop humming to herself, and had a ridiculously large amount of honey stored in underground vaults, which would be the only thing she would feed the children. |
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| I heard she was raised in a beehive, what a weirdo. | |
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| Aunt Barbara and her honey caused gold diggers and cougars looking to invest in the thick syrup to travel worldwide just to meet her, but Barbara never found love in any of them. She was already in love with her profession; not in the pedophilic sense, seeing as her job was to watch children, but she was content in her life. Although she was haughty about her heritage from the bees, she was happy. Take heed to this tale, for this has a mediocre moral; no matter how weird people may think you are, it doesn't matter as long as you're content with your life. |
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