So I was chillin in my Beverly apartment tonight when this f**ker buzzes the tower (my head) and proceeds to careen around the whole room; buzzing like Hillary's diesel-powered-dildo. Being unarmed, I was forced to throw and old pizza box over him and executed a Bruce Lee stomp. He crunched like crusty sock full of corn chips. Upon inspection I identified him as either an Unholy Hell-Beetle or a Cicada. Two inches long with wings the size of my thumbs and beady eyes that stare into your soul. This thing could use a .22 LR as a butt-plug so what do you guys think, 45ACP, 50BMG or just Nuke the site from orbit?
They Mostly come at night...mostly.
In his sunken city, dead cicada waits, dreaming.
Seriously, what the actual f**k, since when do we have fat f**king flying Cicadas on the north shore?
They Mostly come at night...mostly.
In his sunken city, dead cicada waits, dreaming.
Seriously, what the actual f**k, since when do we have fat f**king flying Cicadas on the north shore?