You know when you’re in your car, and all of a sudden you realize there is a bee on the inside of the windshield, except it’s not a bee in your head, it’s like a great white shark sitting in your passenger seat being like, “sup bro I’m ’bout to eat you” and all of a sudden driving a two-ton vehicle seems to deserve  less attention than a tiny baby little insect who’s pain potential is about a 2, if he even does decide to sting you, which he probably won’t cause he’s too busy being like WHERE THE F*** AM I AND HOW DID I GET HERE but still you’re terrified and swerve in and out of your lane like a madman, endangering the life of yourself and everyone on the road around you?

At least you’re not this guy.