No, not holy ants, but HOLY JESUS, ANTS. Today I woke up to ants, quite a lot of them, crawling on my legs. To call the situation uncool would be, I think many of you will agree, a vast understatement. What was especially trouble about it, was that it reminded me of another Waking To Insect Invasion incident that's wormed it's way into a bit of
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You made me go look up cicada births. ;)
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Also what happened to the noscans daily pimp post?
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Good idea.
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If I'm on a picnic and there are ants looking for a snack? Fair game. Ants in my bed. Oh heeell no.
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You and alchemine both liked Me Talk Pretty One Day, so if the flames are enjoyable, I might check that one out.
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I reread Six to Eight Black Men every Christmas. It's a tradition, like eggnog.
A Dutch parent has a decidedly hairier story to relate, telling his children, "Listen, you might want to pack a few of your things together before you go to bed. The former bishop from Turkey will be coming along with six to eight black men. They might put some candy in your shoes, they might stuff you in a sack and take you to Spain, or they might just pretend to kick you. We don't know for sure, but we want you to be prepared."
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