My friend died from a bee sting. Histaminer suddenly changed. Too bad, swell guy, but it wasn’t anaph to save him. At least the puffins didn’t get him.
I find insect vacations quite ant resting.
My doctor recommended I treat my benign tumours by injecting them with live insects.
I refused, but he was in cyst ant.
Staying at a rundown Motel 6 and picking up scabies is ass lice of Americana.
One of the worst insect massacres in history was at the battle of Swatterloo.
What is sure to ruin a hot-dog flavoured prophylactic? Condom ants.
An existentialist’s biggest fear: a swarm of be.
Am I allergic to invisible parasites? I dust mite be.
I worship fleas. Guess I’ve found real itchin’.