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Ants in my pants. Ants in my hair. Ants everywhere ants had no business being there. Ants to my left. Ants to my right.
Corridors of ants under the tarp claiming my camp. Mega Millions of ants making the white sands black. I panicked, I
ran to my kayak and YELLED RAID!!!!

Ant Armageddon was coming and I found my Ant Spray.
Some people will complain it was not natural. Some will say its not kosher. Some will start a save the ants facebook
page and report me to Adam Ant and have my Ants and Uncles renounce me.

BUT HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE ME COVERED IN ANTS WITH ANT SPRAY IN MY HAND
In the dark dead tired spitting ants out of my mouth I was in no mood to play footsies with midgets that would have ran
me off the island. I killed off the last of my can of ant spray spraying on the outside of the bag of honey nut cheerios that
had on the inside a welcoming committee from the local ant farm