The flies were so bad in the woods this afternoon that the Used Dog mutinied and headed back to the pickup whining in an unusually high pitched voice. I followed but was weak from all the blood loss from the terrible beasties. I am afraid people will think I'm a tweaker from all the bites on my skin. I think I will be saved from that label due to my roundness.
One of the buggers got into my eye, others went under my hat and were tangled in hair. They climbed up my nose. I killed multiple flies with one swat but they were quickly replaced. When we got into the pickup, I had to spend a while smashing flies yelling, "Die!"
Now I need to find the Windex.
How was your day?
One of the buggers got into my eye, others went under my hat and were tangled in hair. They climbed up my nose. I killed multiple flies with one swat but they were quickly replaced. When we got into the pickup, I had to spend a while smashing flies yelling, "Die!"
Now I need to find the Windex.
How was your day?