Hazy992 said:
I know that feel, bros. Family members keep opening my window in the day, and I don't realize until late evening, by which point the moths have woken up.Daystar Clarion said:
My awesome great-coat is at risk, guise!
Poll: MOTHS!
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My awesome great-coat is at risk, guise!
I'll buy some spray deodorant and some cheap disposable lighters. You get me a boom box to play "let the bodies hit the floor".Hazy992 said:
It's time.
hello mr Hazy...can i be your internet slave?, thank you for your time your greatness.Hazy992 said:We've got some pretty nice weather here at the moment (for Britain anyway. It hasn't rained in a few days and people are starting to get withdrawal symptoms), so of course the windows are open to get some air in. There's just one problem with this. It is a problem that has plagued mankind for centuries, a problem that can drive a man to the edge of reason; MOTHS!
[sub]You are everything that's wrong in this godless universe[/sub]
I must have had at least ten of the bastards in my room this evening! WHY?! Why won't you leave me alone, you winged hell spawns?! What have I done to deserve such torment?!
[sub]WORSE THAN HITLER[/sub]
I can't be the only one surely? Does anyone else have a deep, burning, almost bordering on psychotic hatred of these cocky little bastards as much as I do? I say we rise up and teach these fuckers once and for all, who's with me?!
[sub]Look at this smug prick. Just wait until I wipe that smirk off your face[/sub]
[sub][sub]Also, who copyrights a moth? A Dale, you just made my list![/sub][/sub]
Careful. This is how it starts. Then you wake up at 2am to the sound of heavy breathing, and they're lying next to you in your bed, gently cupping your package.Hazy992 said:
It's happening Hazy.Hazy992 said:
You ascendance to 'escapist celebrity' is happening.
[sub]Like being a super saiyan, but better.[/sub]
They creep me out the little bastards, yet I have no idea why that is, they are harmless, not like the wasps that keep ending up in here somehow.
Luckily though, I have me a part Bengal, and she absolutely loves to murder anything that moves, including my feet when I forget socks...
Luckily though, I have me a part Bengal, and she absolutely loves to murder anything that moves, including my feet when I forget socks...
I find that all flying insects are a pain in the arse. Moths are irritating, sure (especially when you're on holiday making use of the...facilities on your campsite (builds character yadda yadda), and you get divebombed by the mother of all moths repeatedly while doing your business), flies are a hazard during the day, buzzing in and then being unable to find the exit, all the while performing aerobatics around your ears. Wasps can be pretty deadly - especially when a queen flies in - uninvited, unin-fucking-vited and tries to build a fucking nest in your room[footnote]
[/footnote] - but the mother of all horrifying insects is without a doubt the Crane fly (sometimes called a Mosquito Hawk I believe).
Look at that thing. Look at that monster. It's like a mosquito and a spider had a perverse lovechild with no purpose other than trying to fuck up your day. Apart from spiders themselves there is no creature that inspires as much fear in me as these fuckers.
I would wrestle a bear before I withstood the presence of one of them.
Seriously, look at this. Look at this shit! What the hell.
I will feast on your children, human.
I would marry a moth to my first daughter and sit him at the head of my table before I allowed one of these mother-fuckers in my house.
Look at that thing. Look at that monster. It's like a mosquito and a spider had a perverse lovechild with no purpose other than trying to fuck up your day. Apart from spiders themselves there is no creature that inspires as much fear in me as these fuckers.
I would wrestle a bear before I withstood the presence of one of them.
Seriously, look at this. Look at this shit! What the hell.
I will feast on your children, human.
I would marry a moth to my first daughter and sit him at the head of my table before I allowed one of these mother-fuckers in my house.
