*nails scraping down chalkboard*

The foul sound and smell of a 30 gallon trash can half-filled with maggots... ugh...

There was a good hunk of a chicken in the trash can with nothing else in it, and almost overnight, maggots climbed into it by the thousands. :retard:

I had to go out to the end of the driveway and spray them out into the street. :headbang:

There was just the bone left of the chicken. That, and the maggot turds.
 
The nails and chalkboard thing, tinfoil and filling thing, squeaking styronfoam.... *shudders*
 
fury said:
The foul sound and smell of a 30 gallon trash can half-filled with maggots... ugh...

There was a good hunk of a chicken in the trash can with nothing else in it, and almost overnight, maggots climbed into it by the thousands. :retard:

I had to go out to the end of the driveway and spray them out into the street. :headbang:

There was just the bone left of the chicken. That, and the maggot turds.
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Jeesus, that sounds pretty shitty. :eek:
 
a bowl full of maggot carcasses and the swarm of fruit flies above it, greeting you after a fortnight away, certainly outs me in sanguine mood
 
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