Imagine for a moment that you are on a lovely camping trip. You're enjoying a cup of coffee by the campfire with your family and best friends, when your eleven year old daughter comes tearing through the trees. She's screaming her head off and near sobbing. You spring from your chair and do a quick visual analysis: she has all of her limbs and there's no blood. You ask her what's wrong and she sobs:
"A june bug tried to french kiss me!!!"
Sorry, mom.
That's why I hate june bugs.
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