
Why, oh Lord, why??
No sooner does a bit of nice weather grace us with its presence than hordes of these revolting pests put in an appearance, swarming about thicker than migrating peacefuls.
I’ve read scholarly dissertations about how these cunts are actually a wonder of nature, honed and perfected by 65 million years of Darwinian evolution to prosper perfectly in their environment.
I remain to be convinced by this thesis. I’ve just spent a quarter of an hour or so watching one of its kind alternating between whizzing around my light and hurling itself furiously against the window; a perfect demonstration of the antics of, well, a blue arsed fly.
Yes, after 65 million years, it would appear that this is the summit of this creature’s ambition and capabilities. Finally I stirred myself enough to open said window, through which it promptly fucked off, no doubt in search of a gooey, fetid dog turd upon which to alight and spend the night. In the morning it will resume its mission in life in conjunction with four trillion of its compatriots; namely, spreading filth and pestilence around the world as fast as its little wings will carry it.
Bluebottles. I ask again; why? I suppose the one thing that can be said in their defence is that they’re part of the food chain. Some creatures will actually eat these cunts. That said, I doubt that Mother Nature would account these abominations amongst Her greatest achievements, and I for one would heartily agree with that sentiment.
Nominated by Ron Knee