Once upon a time there was an Englishman who moved to America. He was entertained by the funny accents and what they called "the news", and was thrilled when he discovered that V8 cars were still manufactured. He got married, worked hard, purchased a Mustang GT and a little house by a lake, and was ready to live happily ever after.
And then the ****ing ants started eating the ****ing walls of his house.
It seemed the previous owner had actually managed to construct a wooden deck with his entire head inside his anus. The ants thanked him for not using flashing and began their festivities.
After having a polite word with the ants, the Englishman decided that they could **** themselves. A few pints later he introduced the crowbar to the deck, and then went digging for treasure!
The seasons came and went and a bitter chill passed through the misty mountains. Yet the Englishman continued, fueled by barely cooked meat and fermented yeast products.
With the ants gone and the weather abating, the Englishman began felling the forest and "carpentering" like he had a clue what he was doing.
The wood was stained with blood of 400 slain ricers...
The Englishman even added a water feature to clean his women.
And that is the story of the Englishman and the ****ing ants.
Thank god this thing is finished (all the bull**** I just wrote, and the deck).
And then the ****ing ants started eating the ****ing walls of his house.
It seemed the previous owner had actually managed to construct a wooden deck with his entire head inside his anus. The ants thanked him for not using flashing and began their festivities.
After having a polite word with the ants, the Englishman decided that they could **** themselves. A few pints later he introduced the crowbar to the deck, and then went digging for treasure!
The seasons came and went and a bitter chill passed through the misty mountains. Yet the Englishman continued, fueled by barely cooked meat and fermented yeast products.
With the ants gone and the weather abating, the Englishman began felling the forest and "carpentering" like he had a clue what he was doing.
The wood was stained with blood of 400 slain ricers...
The Englishman even added a water feature to clean his women.
And that is the story of the Englishman and the ****ing ants.
Thank god this thing is finished (all the bull**** I just wrote, and the deck).
Great story, nice deck!
But seriously, what kind of ant eats wood? Is it the carpenter ants?