Stupid, retarded goddam ants nearly ruined my lunch. I was just goofing off 'til lunch time, then I turn around, and the canned sausages I was about to eat, covered and all that was swarming with the blasted bits of turd humans call ants. I don't even know how they managed to do that.
So, what I did was spear each individual sausage, place it under running water, scrape off the bitten parts and throw the darn broth down the sink. Then I ate 'em. Don't tell me it's gross, or wrong or some crap. I was hungry, they pissed me off, so down the sink they went and I feasted. Oh, and I drowned the rest of the ants on the table with alcohol. Serves them right. Good day to all of you.
So, what I did was spear each individual sausage, place it under running water, scrape off the bitten parts and throw the darn broth down the sink. Then I ate 'em. Don't tell me it's gross, or wrong or some crap. I was hungry, they pissed me off, so down the sink they went and I feasted. Oh, and I drowned the rest of the ants on the table with alcohol. Serves them right. Good day to all of you.
