there is a man who is a world-renowned expert on wasps. he studies them, breeds them, keeps em as pets.. he knows his sh!t. one day he walks past a charity shop, and in the window he sees a record called ‘wasp noises from around the world’. quality, he thinks, ill have some of that.
he goes in and gets the shop assistant to play it for him, so the first track comes on and zzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzz ‘uh oh’ he thinks, i dont recognise that one. must be a jungle wasp or something, never mind..
he asks the guy to skip it along to the next track, and zzzzz zzzzzz zzzzzzzzzz f*ck me i dont recognise this one either. im meant to be an expert, this isnt good
he gets the guy to skip another track, and yet again theres another feckin wasp that he doesnt know. ‘what the hell’s going on?’ he cries in frustration, i should recognise all of these but ive never heard them before!
the shop assistant looks down and says…
oh, sorry mate, i was playing the bee side
