Dunno why... I just think "What the fuck!?!?!?" when I see one...
So what dont you like?


f0zz wrote:One word : Wasps![]()
Whenever I hear that latent buzz, the steady drone, a promise of impending pain, I'm instantly transported to early adolescence, and a night-time, continuous read of Ray Bradbury's haunter "Something Wicked This Way Comes"
For wasps are evil incarnate. Where moths may startle and stultify you with their sudden, irascible trysts with the landing light bulb, and flies may irk you with their accursed compound vision and madly twisting legs, nothing quite has the power of a wasp's ability to coldly smite you with a negligent flick of it's poisonous barb.
August is a terrible time to be a waspophobic, never stung, and convinced one prick from the yellow-and-black tyrant is going to send you into toxic shock and hence sickening death throes, the news headlines barely scant compensation for the utter ignominy of your demise. Who could have guessed, he was allergic to the sting of a wasp.![]()
Whenever a wasp gets close, I feel the grating horror of dirt on my coffin. I just can't help screaming like a girl and running far, far and long eyes darting hither and yon, clinging to life by a gossamer thread, or the careless micron of a wasp's stinger. Silly I know.but disturbingly real.
f0zz

That has to be thesupermonkeyworld wrote:people who stop and talk in doorways

