Fuck You, Bitch
You may recall this post from last November. Since then we've had a minor ant problem; nothing too bad, but occasionally I'll see the little fuckers running around on our floor or walls.
But no more. Today while looking in the cupboard, coincidentally, for a pack of instant curry, I discovered the queen.
I am not a vengeful man, but, crushing that bitch between my thumb and index finger, I experienced a sensation almost akin to ecstasy.
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I grabbed a bag of peanuts from my MIL's pantry one day. I am chewing a away when a number of moths come flying out of my mouth.
I look down to see little moth larvae feasting on the nuts proper.
I went Anakin Skywalker on those little jedi maggots. And I'll do it again, given the opportunity.
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