Moths are rotten.com to the max, mate. Be like me and hide from them.
They're extra-special ugly, giving off death at every fatal flap. Bunch of horrible cunts.
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Moths are rotten.com to the max, mate. Be like me and hide from them.
They're extra-special ugly, giving off death at every fatal flap. Bunch of horrible cunts.
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If I only had known about this affliction of yours before I sent you a dildo shaped USB lava lamp.
I can't hate them, mate. They're the Allen of the insect world. You don't see a single sign for months and then all of a sudden; everywhere.
A tiny head banging relentlessly and contentedly against your shiniest dap.
What about butterflies.
Do you like butterflies![]()
Butterflies are a daytime dalliance. Pretty and easily destroyed. A bit like Skweeks in that regard.
They don't scare me. It's the dust that gathers on the moths' wings. It's symbolic of an accumulation of death.
I also have an aversion to creatures with cloven hooves. It's a catholic thing I'll never shake despite its ridiculousness.
Intermezzo:
Just watching Family Guy and they came out with this:
'Her fists are so deadly she's not even allowed to be a lesbian'
Fan-tastic
PS: Chavis, I know what you are thinking. And no.
Jebus, tell me what I'm thinking then as I hardly know myself.
If you have to infer what I'm thinking then I'm doing all this whole communication thing wrong, innit.
What an odd succession of words.
I always look for logic where there clearly is none. Like spiders. I have no idea why girls are frightened of spiders.
Aversion therapy is the only way forward.
Let's have a spliff in a field surrounded by goats and pigs, the scene lit with a single candle such that moths converge on us regularly and suddenly out of the darkness.
Skweeky can come too. We'll strip her and cover her in spiders.
Two for one.
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