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Filth. Pure filth.
there was one SITTING ON THE MOTH BALL yesterday. I'm despairing.
I didn't even have the energy to kill it with a sponge. They're laughing at me now, while my blue light buzzes away futilely.
I hate it when animals take the piss.
what is a moth ball? i don't think there any moths in manchester. except in the sene that manchester is like one giant moth
It's big and dusty and keeps hitting a window?
which is supposed to repel moths. Not kill them, but at least make them piss off. I've also got a blue electric light which they're supposed to fly into and die. They're reluctant to. They're also immune to flyspray. They don't appear to be eating anything. I want to cry.
are these bastards:
and get rid of your quaker oats
has all news relating to moths at his fingertips.
can you update me on moths in uttoxeter?
were to die under a flurry of moth-related activity, I for one would cheer.
I haven't seen him for over a year though, I probably can't phone him up and ask him about the moth situation.
because the MOTHS GOT HIM.
Anschul staggers me
I make a *spectacle* of myself. But *Yip, yip, YEEEEEEE!* let the dinosaurs bear witness! My infernal sweat wilts the Tree of Life, I left my *spew* on the Rock of Ages, *who'll gouge with me, who'll spill their juice*? I have my *own* personal saviors, I change 'em every hour, I don't give a fuck if there's life after death, I want to know if there's even any GOD DAMN *Slack* after death! Now give me some more of...