Dag-gnat-bit!

If my street is any indication, it's Carnivale for gnats. In a ten-minute walk down the street behind my house, I must've run into 17 clouds of the flyin', fornicatin' little fuckers. And who can say how many I inhaled. Ick.



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Comments

V said…
Also, be warned. Watching that animation too long could result in hypnotism. I won't be responsible, I tell ya.
12:58 AM
Meadow said…
Ew.
1:24 PM
Lance Manion said…
For what it's worth, I thought the Carnivale reference was directed at the now cancelled HBO series of the same name. I spent many minutes trying to draw a connection to a bunch of dust bowl Depression era carnies.

I want those minutes back. And I aims to get 'em.
1:54 PM
Azathoth100 said…
Beware the gnat. It's smarter than you think and will laugh at us when we are gone.
10:17 PM
Amandarama said…
I too was trying to somehow connect it to the HBO show. But now that I see I don't have to my brain has started to uncramp.

Bugs suck. I recommend a Bic lighter and a can of Raid.
4:59 PM
V said…
Carnivale is the one HBO show I never got into.
10:08 PM
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