Good morning sunshine! Today is the first day of the rest of your life, so I hope you’re happy about that. And even if you’re not positively chuffed about being around, I’d say you have a pretty good chance at becoming something more than just your average ploy-monger feeding the twisting winds of chance until you come away with ants in your pants.
I swear, the sheer bulk of clients with ants in their pants never ceases to astound me. None of us can avoid the occasional pantaloon infestation, we’re only human after all. BUT the consistency of the ant in the pant really trapped my attention, stuck in my craw. According to my own (underfunded) research, 82% of my questionnaire volunteers report ant pant activity (ranging from itchy to vigorous). The bug in second place need not even apply.
Tag: Bug
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Untendered through dire circumstance, Felicia done bit the enlarged peregrine bug burrowing under Frenchie’s Bakery on Hydrangea Court, six exits from the McDonald’s on Nash.
Myself, I tend to bite the largess of the enraged siren-watchers (from the circuitous balcony-tenders on their vacation from daily toiling in the everglade-type peat bogs in lower Georgia (very obscure, you wouldn’t know about them)).
As it stands, very few individuals truly contemplate the serene orange-gargling once espoused by citrus connoisseurs a world over, and I have quite the time attempting to describe the passionate musings of madmen with more brains than common sense.
WHARVED 