On the morning of our party, I went downstairs and was greeted by hundred of flies. They swarmed our entire downstairs...to a point of: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? Scott went to the store and bought a swatter, the only one left in the store. So we decided to make a game of it. We couldn't locate the source of those ridiculous flies so instead, we put the swatter in the middle of the table and had everyone aware that if they spotted a fly, they had free reign to grab the swatter and murder those motherfuckers.
This pic is of Ed, getting into the murderous mood.
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