Ah shoot, forget hurricane season I’m going through the Panama Canal during mosquito season. But not with out my three tubby ladies, mermaids leading the way from the Arctic, Atlantic, and Pacific. So screw the typhoons, I’m fooling with a dose of malaria and typhoid Mary, while South Africans and Australians are taking vacations and dropping like flies along with all the other dead soldiers around me. I’ve applied the off, tried to stop the swat, and just laugh it off as everyone else is itchy and scratchy with their blood stained skin. Really I’m just talking shit. If these mosquitos don’t quit driving me crazy, then I’m gonna find a blow torch and get lit. Cause if it’s not the canal cronies, it’s another lying in wait to make my day.
“Panama Canal Mosquitos”
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