Bug Party

By Dog

If I was a bug I’d be a beetle. A Japanese beetle, invasive and not necessary. Nothing special to look at, just a beetle looking beetle. I’m sure you’ve seen hundreds of them without batting an eye. I would study the best trees and blades of grass. I’d know all the best bugs around. I’d know all the best bug clubs and all the bugs would know me as the bug plug. I wouldn’t have to worry about gas in my car or what’s happening in politics today, because there’s a bug party tonight and everyone’s invited.

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Dog

VT

19 years old

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