FUCK THE POLICE
911 EVERY DAY
For the past few weeks, as I have been going in and out of my house, I have noticed a wasps nest on the ceiling of the entrance to the house. Naturally, I ran by it in a terrified manner (but a dignified, terrified manner, if you understand me). I'm honestly not sure if they were stinging wasps or not, because they never actually went after me. But that didn't stop them from scaring the shit out of me. So, today I decided to take the plunge. I prepared by buying some wasp poison and beer. After around 3 beers, I was finally drunk enough to take them on. However, I needed to prepare. So I put on a thick coat with a hood, which I tucked into my jeans, and then I tucked the jeans into my shoes.
I also put on some gloves, and even tried to put saran wrap over the hood until I realized that the air intake through the hood was not nearly enough to replace that lost by covering my face with saran wrap and reluctantly decided against this. So, I opened the door, crouched down, and aimed at the wasp nest. Then, I decided that I had better test out how fast I could possibly close the door before actually going at the wasps, and did this a few times, discovering that, in fact, I could jump up and close it quite fast. So, I squatted and reaimd, and uncertainly, drunkenly fired. The stream hit the wasps, who really didn't even respond or go after me, and just mostly fell dead instantly. I could only keep this up for about 2 second before jumping up, closing the door, and running away.
Thus, the conquest is complete. Those vanquished bow before me, and the lamentations of their women are pleasing to my ears.
I also put on some gloves, and even tried to put saran wrap over the hood until I realized that the air intake through the hood was not nearly enough to replace that lost by covering my face with saran wrap and reluctantly decided against this. So, I opened the door, crouched down, and aimed at the wasp nest. Then, I decided that I had better test out how fast I could possibly close the door before actually going at the wasps, and did this a few times, discovering that, in fact, I could jump up and close it quite fast. So, I squatted and reaimd, and uncertainly, drunkenly fired. The stream hit the wasps, who really didn't even respond or go after me, and just mostly fell dead instantly. I could only keep this up for about 2 second before jumping up, closing the door, and running away.
Thus, the conquest is complete. Those vanquished bow before me, and the lamentations of their women are pleasing to my ears.