I hate bugs.
There's this bright-ass light right over the keypad for the code to enter the building at work, and all manner of creepy-crawlies are gathered there.
I want a cigarette but I'm afraid of the bugs.
And last time I went out, one flew into my sleeve while I was entering the passcode.
Mother fucker.
I want a cigarette but I'm afraid of the bugs.
And last time I went out, one flew into my sleeve while I was entering the passcode.
Mother fucker.
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Bugs don't generally bother me, unless there's a creepy infestation like the one you just mentioned and there's a strong possibility they may assault me. Like the ants that are festering around my back door and trash can.
Ew ew ew.
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