I try to keep a clean kitchen, I really do. But this morning, as I prepared my coffee, bacon, beans, toast and orange juice, I was greeted by a swarm of the most unwelcome flying creatures ever let go by Satan's fly infested maggot loving arsehole.
(On a side note, it is quote funny how LibreOffice Spell Checker tries to change arsehole to leaseholder, but that will have to be another rant) – yay for open source !
They were everywhere! And they were not there when I went to bed
It came to be that I had dropped a slice of pineapple, and it somehow had rolled behind the cooker.
And in those few hours, 8 at the most, this lump of fruit had become Satan's Anus' alter ego.
I am happy to report, however, that a spray of bleach seems to have killed all of these harbingers from the evil one's nether region.
With much happiness, I rejoice at my fruit fly killing skills, and will proceed to put on my disco outfit, and hit the town.
Because it is weekend. I like the weekend. I do not like fruit flies. I like boobies and fun actually.
Anyway, enjoy the weekend all! I shall be off on another epic bar crawl. Should I return at an ungodly hour, lady less and slightly tipsy, my cat (whose breath smells like cat food) will surely show me the way to bed. And should I return with a mighty fine lady - well so long.
Hope springs eternal, and I have fresh socks on.
28th August 2015, 08:48 AM
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