Fucking ants. Every morning they're infesting things. They're even in the bathroom - and it's on the second floor! Why the fuck do ants even fucking exist? I'll tell you. To piss me off. To make me rage in a sea of vile anger. I want to squish their little bodies into fragments. So you can carry eight times your weight, huh?! WELL CARRY THIS. * ( Read more... )

I made this friends only.

Why? Because I can. :)

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