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How I met your mother ƒV[ƒYƒ“7yŒ´‘čzThe Burning Beekeeper

Whoops.

Son of a! I'm sorry.Maybe that was my fault.

You think? You're right in my snack track.

Hey, nice beekeeper suit.

Do you know that, uh, most bees are left-handed?

Did you know bees hate the smell of kerosene?

I knew that.Geez, what do you think, this is my first day as a beekeeper? Nice.Oh.

Is that true about bees and kerosene?

I don't know.

Barney

Ah, Lily, Ted ate all of the spring rolls.

Barney, that woman you were talking to, our neighbor Geraldine, some guy slept with her and didn't call her, so she hunted him down and cut off a certain part of his anatomy with a cheese knife.So, whatever you do, don't sleep with her.

anatomy l‘Ě

It's funny, she is, um, waiting for me in the guest bedroom right now.

Oh, God! Oh, God!

That was the idea, but now forget it!

Barney, this is a disaster.I swear, if there is one

It's fine.Everything's fine.Hey, ten second rule, right?

It's fine.Everything's fine.

Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!

I know you're pregnant, but you need a glass of wine.

I got that cheese off the Internet.

I know you got it off the Internet.Why does that make it impressive? You know what else you can find on the Internet? Zoo animals masturbating.There's one of a walrus.He's Oh.

walrus ƒZƒCƒEƒ`

No

Excuse me, sir, could I talk to you in the kitchen?

Mr.Cootes, I am not going back to work tonight.

Oh, no, she didn't just say that.

Mickey, could we just have a minute?

Oh, yeah.Sure.

Marshall, look, I know when you started with this firm, it was all fun and games.The office chair races were particularly spirited.Until, of course, Gail went down the stairs.But for one brief moment, boy, did she fly.

spirited Šˆ‹C‚Ş‚ ‚é

I'm not here, I'm not here.

Mr.Cootes, you're working yourself to death.Just cut loose a little.Have a beer, find a hobby.

cut loose ‰H–Ú‚đŠO‚ˇ

Look, son, it's very simple.Um, Mother Earth doesn't get a night off.Neither do you.

Well, then I quit.

And I don't know if I can handle a life that's just one crisis after another.

Lily, listen to me.I'm gonna give you a little piece of

Gouda!

Maybe he's right.Maybe I do need a hobby.

Well, hey, how about beekeeping?

Me? No.I-I don't know the first thing about bees.

You want to know a secret? Neither do I.

It's not a secret.Let me try this thing on.

I'm gonna give you some privacy.

All right, thank you.Okay.

Hey, buddy.Best housewarming party ever.Everybody's abuzz.

Okay, maybe it's not a total disaster.

Great party.

Oh, my God.Oh! Oh, Mr.Cootes! Mr.Cootes, are you okay?!

That was amazing! Did you see me?! I flew through the air like a human fireball and didn't get a scratch.Eat your heart out, Gail! God, I feel so alive! I want to drink a beer.

get a scratch ‚Š‚ˇ‚菝‚𕉂¤ eat one's heart out ”ß’É‚ČŽv‚˘‚đ‚ˇ‚é

Oh, yeah.Okay, one beer, coming right up.

Oh, and, uh, Marshall, I think we'll take the night off tonight, okay?

Sounds good, yeah.

But I'll see you Monday?

Of course.Yeah.

You know, Robin, I've been thinking about it.Guess it's kind of nice you're such a badass.

It's pretty badass you're so nice, Ted.

Was I supposed to close the basement door?

God, this feels so right! We're so great together.I want to spend every minute of every day with you.I never let you out of my sight for one second.Not one second, not one second.I don't! Oh, God! My last lover was not like this.He was the worst! Do you know, he didn't even come to my cat's bris.I mean, what? Well, we showed him.Yes, we did.Let's just say, the punishment fit the crime.I can't wait to tell everybody that we're boyfriend and girlfriend! Let's do it tonight.No, it's Lily and Marshall's party.We'll wait.We can do it at Mittens and Mr.Pepper's wedding.Or maybe something

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