From Isabella Rossellini's Green Porn Series

If I were a bee, a queen bee, I would be very fat and do nothing else but lay eggs. The unfertilized eggs would hatch my sons; the fertilized eggs would hatch my daughters…

If I were a male bee, I wouldn't have a father, and I would be called a drone. I would have many brothers, and we would do nothing—just waiting to have sex.

“A female! Ready to mate! Sex!”

We, brothers, would fight.

“I'm the strongest!” I would fly after her. I would mate her in flight; it's our nuptial flight.

But pulling out from her—OH!—my penis would break off. It would get stuck in her vagina like a cork in a bottle. But it would prevent other males from mating with her.


Man, that sounds like high school all over again. Been there, Isabella; done that.

And, yes, Ms. Rossellini, you can feed me the Royal Jelly anytime you want. Just tell me where that line forms. (Wear the stinger.)