That's the best news that I've heard all week mate and to see that fcuking wasps habitat looking like a train wreck makes ya wanna crack a Ballarat.
I was mowing around the horse stable on Saturday and reversed the ride on mower into this vine that was growing on the fence.
In that vine, was a fcuking Paper Wasp nest and these angry fcukers came out and peppered my forehead and face.
So I grabbed a lump of timber and smashed the fcuk outa the vine but this nest was stuck on real good.
By this time, there was whole fcuking army of 'em on my case and I was outnumbered big time.
The way to deal with being outnumbered is to bring in the heavy artillery.
Up to the shed I went and grabbed a can of WD40 and a cigarette lighter.
Here ya go you cnuts, have some of this.
Once the job was done on the fcuken Paper Wasp nest, the joint looked like Dresden when it got firebombed after WW2.
Then yesterday morning when I got up, my head looked like it had been punched in by Mike Tyson with all of the lumps and bumps. (It does anyway
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The good thing is that Terry's fcuken wasps have fcuked off and or fcuken dead while my fcuken wasps are all fcuken dead and everything in the world is good again.