unicorn? not unihorn?

ahh, the sun is shining and everything is warm and fuzzy. it's spring. so you know what that means. the bees will soon be hot after that sweet, sweet bird ass. once they do it, it will be summer. as i understand it, that's how summer happens. when the birds and bees do it. also, there might be a unicorn involved. altho, i'm not quite sure how he fits in. maybe he watches? which is actually quite creepy. i mean, birds and bees doing it isn't the most normal thing you could think about. the logistics alone are enough to make you wonder "what the eff..." or "how the eff..." but actually standing there and watching it? eww. unicorns are such perverts. especially that one unicorn, Stan. he's the worst. always clip-clopping by my window in the morning, trying to catch a glimpse of my pasty winter ass just after i've showered. and there was that one time he broke into my place, i guess he used his corn to pick my doorlock, and i found him passed out in a pile of my undies. i had to get every single one of those replaced. hoof prints and torn corn marks all over 'em. expensive day. i would've had him buy me new ones, but i didn't wanna take the chance that he'd sniff them, or worse, before i got them. gah. effing perverts.