I usually reserve this headline for football / basketball but this tirade is directed at the Devil possessed poison infused evil fucking flying kamikazi dive bombing stinging mother fuckers that got after me today...
The wife wants the upper part of our back yard raked and cleaned up. To get there you have to go up on the side of the fenceline to bypass all the juniper. Well, I have been going thru an on going battle with the Kudzu up there and I am slowly winning but today - revenge was enacted. I was up there raking and pulling up all the kudzu an trying to get thru all the mulch that has collected over the last 50 years. I found a big Kudzu rootsystem and start hacking at it with my Fiskar's axe. (Those freaking Dutch/Swedes make an awesome axe) Anyhow, buzz buzz buzz and beeeeoooowww, muthafuka, I start flailing my arms and skeedaddling out of there with my right thigh on fire. I slap down on my shorts and kill that little bastard... I got him but he sure as hell got me... Outside of my right thigh is killing me. Feels like a golfball is inside my leg and the skin won't stretch. Just uncomfortable as hell..
I need a cigarrette so I can take the tobacco and moisten it and make an indian poultice but I forgot to get one from the soccer boys... Yes, I played in my game tonight and it allowed me to take my mind off of it.
Just because I am not dead from an allergic reactions doesn't mean I don't still hurt...
So I spent $27 on yellow jacket traps, and sprays that shoot 20 feet... They'll regret taking a bite out of me.
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