I'm tired of these Motherfuckin' LadyBugs in this Motherfuckin' room!!!
Let me explain...
Apparently the roses in this area, a few years back, were under attack from aphids and other insectoid pests. To combat them, a local rancher spawned a fuck-all amount of lady bugs to be released which would attack and eat and save the pretty roses. It worked. Now the ladybugs are the pests. In my office, in the light fixture, there is a graveyard (okay, more like a charnel house) of twenty ladybug exoskeletons. I cleaned it out a week ago. And there many carcasses littering the floor. I shave in the morning and four walk across the face of the glass. The motherfuckers are supposed to be lucky... BUT ONLY IF THEY LAND ON YOU!!!! That's what they don't do (unless they lose their grip on the ceiling and fall on you face in the middle of the night... I'm glad I don't sleep with my mouth open). Ladybug luck and their surpassing of the carrying capacity is like the lottery or chatting up a girl you want to fuck: You have a pretty good chance of succeeding but the odds are always against you.
Fucking ladybugs!
And I apologize for the shitty Photoshop job above