So apparently you can't digest beeswax so my husband has turned into a Human Shotgun that's entirely powered by gas. He says it comes in waves, so it's gas and then beeswax and then gas followed by more beeswax. I think he ate the entire beehive.
I'm on the brink of showing you my love, and how it goes to heaven and above. A sweet expression: 'Sincerely yours for life.' I wish to give you kisses from my knife.