i can't believe these fuckers are here already. i hate these sonsofbitches!
on the one day where i decide to sit down and do some real work, i get devoured my a freaking mosquito. over ten bites in under twenty minutes! and i can't find the fucker either. how am i supposed to concentrate? each bodily sensation could be the next bite.
the paradise i was building DC into is rapidly crumbling. In paradise there are no mosquitoes.
Baby Duck said at 5:28 PM 05-14-2004: I suggest importing some wimpy Texan mosquitoes, let them crossbreed, and then decimate the next enfeebled generation with relative ease.
Pinky said at 10:44 PM 05-14-2004: Mosquitoes are the devil, I'd take cicadas any day. I'm sitting in my computer room, where it's hotter than two rats fucking in a wool sock, trying to get a major research paper done by Monday. If that isn't bad enough, a mosquito comes in. I can see the sonofabitch, he's the size of my palm, but I can't kill him...he keeps landing on the ceiling. Finally I get him with the sheet my paper assigment is on, where he is now, dead. He looks like a squished rasin. He gave me about five bites, and you know what's really bad and gross but feels so good is giving the bite a few passes with a boars hair brush. Mmmm.