When I was a kid, I moved from Long Island to Anderson, SC.
It was a hard move. Nobody liked me because I was a Yankee.
It probably didn't help that I walked around all the time in Thurman Munson Jerseys.
(#15 forever)
Anyway, there were so many bugs in SC as compared to NY, and since I was bored with only one friend, in my alone time, I started catching bugs and putting them in a tank. Spiders. Crickets. Grasshoppers. Palmetto bugs. Even a wasp here and there. I'd put em in this tank where they would turn and eat each other.
Panic.
Pain.
This is what is going on now on the left.
Enjoy the show.
End of story is one big fat bug remains and I burned that fucker with an improvised flame thrower of my mother's Aqua Net Hairspray and my father's Bic Lighter, both purloined in the middle of the night.
Kek!
Love you faggots.
No homo.