Sweet, sticky, sexy and brown. I love my honey for her I am down. If my honey jar fell off of the shelf and broke. I`d go to England and find me a glassblowing bloke. I`d pay him to fix her up and put her back on my shelf. Where only I can see her and keep her for myself. I would treasure my honey dear and not take her for granted. I wouldn`t give her away, no , matter who screamed or ranted. She`s my honey can`t you all see? In my bee hive, she`s the Queen Bee.