Guess when you run out of ink, then the story is over...
Guess when you run out of ink, then the story is over...
Guess when you run out of ink, then the story is over...
I was expecting bees. Damn I hate bees. Give me snakes/spiders which I encounter a lot in my job, but fuck bees
I work with a guy who, when we encounter a wasp nest in a soffit, the motherfucker walks up to it and just tosses it away while its still covered in angry wasps.
Mother nature is one cruel bitch
Did the leather jackets leave their motorbikes at home?
Tough way to go. Eaten alive. At least they didn't set him on fire first.
weird. They must of been really hungry to eat an octopus.
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