He went to Bhutan

He went to Bhutan

and organized an expedition to ascend Gangkhar Puensum. He wanted to meditate on the unclimbed peak to enhance Gross National Happiness.

" They posed a real threat to his concentration. 'Please, if you just will relate, to my inclination to meditate!' The tax collectors paused: 'What's the meditation tax rate?' One

thousand too low.'" The creditors demanded he tell how long he'd been meditating. "Ever since the Rich WASP Party put through the Asceticism Tax Act, your activities became subject

To being symptomatic of antisocial behaviour." "What?", he said. "Wasps have become too much like yellow jackets or golden snow bees since 2014." The latter replaced honey bees.

Thank God, because I'd much rather bees produce honey rather than snow. My mom always told me that I should grow up to be more like our pet bee, Stingman. I hate her comparing us

to Stingman all the time: "Look how busy Stingman is, girls! Not lazy like you." And: "Stingy just got daddy in the butt. Do YOU ever stick up for me?" Damn bumblebee! I plotted to

prove him wrong, but that stupid, idiot Stingman was always in the way. No matter what happened, he always came out ahead, and it was time for him to pay. I would

never relinquish the pain he stung away without making Stingman remember the day he messed with my brother's fourth grade teacher!