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EEKshow - Episode 17: BUGS!
In short, BUGS are everywhere and they've been around since BC on into AD, to further include the times when T-Rex walked the planet (pre Big Bang, Pre and Post Ice Ages, etc...). Think about that timeline. They're in charge, and I for one think they know it. Tell me something else in your life that you constantly kill or avoid and that never goes away, finds its way back to where you are (not always, but even once or twice is too much)... BUGS... They're nasty, most ALL types too. I also know there will be people out there telling me or us that they're part of both the Ecosystem & Foodchain, don't complain, as without bugs, bee's, etc... everything would fall apart.
Probably so, BUT I don't like BUGS, I don't like how much they affect being outside at night, or on the water, or in the backyard mowing the law, or pulling weeds, or walking on trails, or hiking through the woods. I'm not a fan (although Winter works well to avoid nearly all of them)... I MOSTLY don't like TICKS -
One time years ago, I woke up to a Pinching Sensation right on the very top of my private area... We had our first dog back then and he was amazing. He also always slept in our bed with us (ticks were known, but never to the extent I learned about them that late evening). I remember waking up, having to pee, but also feeling this pinching... after which I reached down to check out what it could be. Unfortunately for me, it was not anything I could have expected (a Deer Tick, the Red Back ones, the scary/extra gross and Lyme Diseases carrying ones)... I felt it but had no idea until I went into the bathroom and looked closely down at the area... This motherfucker was attached and creating a slight pinching sunflower seed like abrasion right on the head of my shaft... 100% Truth! Lets just say I got up, pried it off with a pair of tweezers, EXTREME PAIN for that area for weeks, tender as all hell then and even still now (nearly 20 years later). Went to the doctor the first thing that next morning, got the Lyme test and also the Doxycycline antibiotic ahead of time, just in case. All turned out ok, but truly HORRIFYING. I proceeded to take that tick that I pulled off my private and taped it to an Index Card with a Clear Piece of Tape (you were supposed to do that for the doctor or if you showed a bullseye rash or symptoms of Lyme days/weeks later, it helped them identify the potential tick born disease). For me, it was for a different reason... I labeled it, gift wrapped it, after which I gave it to a friend of mine for Secret Santa at my brother's annual Christmas Party. Funniest Gift of all time (not only for him, but for me too). Classic to stay the least, something awful into a joke, sounds familiar? I just hope he still has it ;)
No Bueno, not a fan of ticks, bugs, or really any of them. Please enjoy this semi- and gross educational Podcast Episode that I call, BUUUGGGSS!!!!! - EEKshow
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It's EEKshow Time
Welcome to the Eekshow. This will be the first episode for this podcast where I've ever had actual guests. You can find all my advertisements on eekshow.show, which is the Instagram account. And you can reach me at info at eekshow.show if you want to give me some advice. Or maybe offer up some ratings or thoughts. Whether you like this shit or not. Without further ado, I'd like to welcome Hey, his name's Phil Fly. Hey, hey, Phil, get away from my dog's ass! Get away from my Get Away from my dog's ass, you little fucking bitch! You sit over there and you stay away from my dog's ass! They're not part of the show. They're trying to nap. I'd like to welcome my next guest. Mark Mosquito, I'd like you to tell us about Yes! Wait, what? What the fuck did you say to me, Mark? I don't need you to- Hey! Mark! Mark! What the What the fuck did you say to me? Oh my god. Listen, Phil, I don't want you around my dog's ass! Get out of my room! I don't want you around my dog's ass! Phil! I'm telling you, Phil!
SPEAKER_00You gotta get it! Phil!
SPEAKER_01Phil Fly has now passed away. We must end these interviews abruptly. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Welcome to the Eke Show episode seventeen.
SPEAKER_00It's the eag show.
SPEAKER_01Tinna ten. I want a new bug. One that won't make me sick. Tick down there. One that won't suck my blood all night and make me feel really like shit. One that won't make me nervous. Wondering what to do. I don't want a bug to fucking fly around and land upon my poo. I fucking hate flies too. I want a new bug. Ho, eek show! Fucking I'm flying to the sky right now. It turns that purple light. It's fucking guiding me in. I can't fucking stop. I love the buzzing purple light. It's glowing. I'm hypnotized. Zapped! Ho. I miss those fucking bug lights from when I was a kid at my grandparents. And just sit there and watch that glowing fucking purple light stick. Just is it? Oh. Used to love that fucking thing. Give off the black light glow around the fucking campfire. Used to play fucking Zimzam with my fucking granddad. You're supposed to let the ball like in tetherball and fucking Napoleon Dynamite Reese. Fucking beats the shit out of that girl at the game at the end.
SPEAKER_00You wanna play me? I could cook up some delicious baths.
SPEAKER_01You wanna play me? Napoleon Dynamite, man. Fucking legend. Idiot. He fucking plays tether ball and you're supposed to let the ball go around one rotation from one side all the way around to the other. Then you can hit it. Now imagine you had a plastic fucking like pickleball racket or ping pong racket in your hand that's full plastic. And the ball on the string is a tennis ball. And you can hit that tennis ball round and round, back and forth, but you don't have to let it go a full rotation. You can half hit it. So once it's hit, right before it goes around in one tation, you can immediately fire it back. My grandfather and I used to fucking own that game. We'd have seaweed on the fucking fire crackling.
SPEAKER_00My grandmother was like, get some glossy fireworks. You throw the dried seaweed on the fire. And it it's it's it's a Boston, that's the glossy fireworks. Yeah, we got that up in the Lanesville, the Boston fireworks.
SPEAKER_01That's my dad's mom, huh? She was a fucking nutball too. Tell you, man, the fucking bugs around that fire. Mosquitoes, fucking moss, big green head flies that stay out at night, you just don't know it. They'll bite you in your fucking sleep. The juicy fat mosquitoes, they fucking they dine on fucking blood. Yo man, you got that fucking you got that fucking bloody fucking warm drink I've been looking for, Chucky? It's mosquitoes talking to each other. One's a fucking bartender, the other one's a fucking mosquito. Who's not the bartender? See, we got all kinds of fucking blood you like, you fucking fat bitch! You gotta stop sucking off some of these homeless people. You're gonna get sick. That's okay, huh? I'm gonna give them fucking West Nile. They'll get the shit under the stick. Maybe I get a little sick and I might have trouble pre creating bile, but I just gave that fat bitch West Nile! That's how fucking mosquitoes communicate at the bar. They drink blood and they talk about fucking giving people viruses. Zimzam! What a game. I wonder if it's still around. Check it out. It's on a fucking pole. You screw into the ground, you like it's got a corkscrew in the bottom, you wind it in like a tent steak, and then you fucking you got this long rope with a tennis ball, a couple plastic rackets, and you just smash the fuck out of each other. Or the ball. I've never been a big fan of bugs, and if you wonder who's on the top of the food chain, okay, who's at the top? Who's above the pain? Yeah! That's good! That's a good spot. Fucking moron,ville. What a fucking asshole imbecile. You got fucking bugs all over the world. And I'm telling you, they're in charge. The tough people aren't in charge, the fucking government's not in charge, the fucking spirituality and lord's not in charge, okay? He probably created the fucking bugs. So maybe they're just an extension of him or her, whatever you believe. I'm not here to talk religion, but I know this. Mosquitoes have been around since the fucking dinosaurs. There's flies all over our fucking yards eating and fucking staying alive on fucking shit. They eat fucking human fucking shit and dog shit and trash and fucking animal shit. You call you yell at an insect, like you're really full of shit. They turn around and say, you're fucking full. I'm stuffed. I was hungry and now I'm full of shit. I don't need any more to eat. I'm just gonna bug you. I'm just gonna bug you to death, you fucking bitch ass. Oh, should see me with a fly swatter. It's like Ted Williams, but in fucking with statistics that are driven by fucking insect kills. One time up at fucking Saratoga at the fucking SPAC. Right near SPAC, where the great bands play all their concerts locally outside. I fucking was a goddamn fucking Jesse James with that fucking fly swatter. I was Billy the Kid, talk holiday, should have seen me spinning it around on my fucking finger. Oh man, fucking Eek Show's doing the gun trail with the fly swatter. He's killing those motherfucking greenheads like they're going out of style. Fucking flies. Mosquitoes, ticks. Ticks, man! Very top of the fucking chain. Okay? Any one of those ticks could fucking kill all of us. All of us. Give them a little time to fucking put their little s their little secretion fucking numbing agent down. And then they put their little fucking pinches in you and start sucking out your blood. And they spit back some sort of fucking digestive crap they've had from feeding on an animal or a deer or a squirrel or a fucking skunk or something else that's not clean. And that might have a virus. Or they might be sick. Or it doesn't have the same DNA as humans. And they spit that shit right back into our fucking bloodstream. And then we get Powissan and we got 36 hours to live. Or we get fucking Lyme disease and we stop sweating for the rest of our lives. So we have to take fucking medication. We have trouble fucking walking or breathing or sleeping or thinking. All of it, all of the above. Fucking ticks, man. Ticks are a bunch of fucking dicks. They got the upper hand, man. Fucking ticks are indeed Stevie Nicks. Fucking bugs. Fucking mosquitoes. Flies. Motherfucking flies, man. Jesus. You get flies in the house, just one of them? You gotta hope he's one of those fucking heavier ones that doesn't fly around quick. They don't like to land. It's like they know you're trying to kill them. My flies got all those fucking, it's got like that eye palette or covering. It's like a fucking gemstone cover. It's like the fucking the late great fucking indoor pool covering of the fucking King's Grant up near Beverly when I was a kid. It had this fucking amazing fucking indoor pool with this covering over it that was like cut into sections of diamonds and squares, and it fucking the light glistened through the top of it like it was this magical fucking oasis pool. All it was was a fucking place to go away when you're poor as fuck, like my family was. That was our vacation, the King's Grant.
SPEAKER_00Pack it back, man! We're gonna go to the King's Grant and get fucking steak if and swam in the indoor pool.
SPEAKER_01Not that that wasn't awesome, man. But it wasn't like uh Europe or fucking New York City or fucking Maine to go skiing or sledding or tobogganing or fucking going on a sleigh ride or to go on the Polar Express up in fucking New Hampshire where Santa's fucking real cause he is still. I want fucking bugs wearing beards. I want bugs beard wearing fucking white beards and delivering presents. They all can fly, they're all over the world. Make Santa real and make it fucking be bugs. I want him delivering fucking bags of blood to all the bad people and to the good people. Fucking bags of that acid that flies use to break down their food. I wouldn't mind having fucking acid that fucking melts shit. It's a great fucking defense mechanism. Makes it so you don't have to buy a gun. Yo, man, how you keep the burglars out of your house? You got a f a firearm in the house? No, I got some of that fly acid. Some of those fucking new Santa fucking insects that have been dropping gifts around the world. Bags of blood to the bad people and the fucking acid to the good people. My house got a bunch of those fucking bags of acid because we're all fucking amazing inside our home. I've just been using that shit to fucking marinate steaks and fucking break down fucking bones to feed to my dogs as like sloppy fucking goo bone. I almost said boo gone. No, be gone. No, goo bone. You a good boy? No, you're a good bone. No, you're a goo bone. You hungry? Fucking bugs, man. Some countries fucking eat bugs. They're onto something, man. I watched a fucking food channel episode the other night, and there was fucking thousands of fucking grasshoppers in this walk. She put them in for this one quick, she put them into this batter while it was still alive, and they sort of stopped flying or moving because they got this thick, wet fucking, you know, it seemed like it was fried dough batter, but it wasn't fully covering them. Maybe it was just sort of covering them in some sort of subdue sauce that keeps them from fucking moving around, or maybe it st it stings them or stuns them. She threw them in the wok of the hot oil, gave them a quick flash fry, and then she put them in another mixture of like soy sauce and fucking peanut oil and red chili peppers and some honey, some fucking fish sauce, and then she put them back in another wok, and now she's got these like really brown, reddish maroon tinted fucking grasshoppers fried up to perfection. Thousands of them. Now I'm not saying I'm annoyed by grasshoppers. I can honestly say I don't usually have issues with grasshoppers. We don't have any in our backyard, but we got flies, we got mosquitoes, mosquitoes and fucking fly guys. We got ticks, we got ants. Ants are fuckers, man. You think ants are nothing, you can kill them real quick with your finger and squish them, step on them, pop their little fucking backs like a fucking grape. But man, those fuckers cut, they show up when you don't want them. You're sitting on your couch, oh look at this fucking. He's walking along like he's a born fucking marine, ready to pop somebody's head between his bicep. Just a pure fucking hard oh dink fucking asshole. Jesus, I wish I had a fucking rock. Just a giant fucking flat rock. I'd fucking skim it right off his fucking forehead. See that skip, man? Eekshaw's fucking skipping flat rocks. Is he playing up at the quarries again? No, no, he's skipping them off fucking moron fucking Goomba fucking dumbo looking guys going into the fucking store, man. Skipping them off their heads. Guy's a fucking sniper. Cooking fucking bugs, man. I can't say I'd want to cook mosquitoes and eat them, man. Mosquitoes are fucking nasty. Been around since the dinosaurs. They've given out what? The plague, yellow fever, hay fever? Something that fucking kills everybody, man. Mosquitoes have been around since the fucking dinosaurs. They're in control, man. They survived the fucking asteroid blowing up the fucking entire earth. They survived it. The Big Bang Theory. They survived that. Or they regenerated. Or they had eggs that didn't die. Motherfuckers can breathe underwater. They can breed underwater. Breathe and breed. We can't breathe or breed underwater. You know what I mean? Like two nothing mosquitoes. Yoda, did you say that he breed? Had a kid, and could breathe while he's having doing the deed? Do the diddy if you he's doing the deed while he can't breathe. He fucking did breed. A little fucking giant egg bead. Jesus fuck. Mosquitoes got the upper hand. Flies, man. They don't need water. They don't need fucking food. They don't need plants. They don't need vegetables or protein. Well, maybe they need protein. I guess I guess it's some protein and fucking shit. They can live off fucking dog shit, cat shit, rat shit, chipmunk shit, deer shit, human shit. Fucking flies, man. Just disgusting. Motherfuckers have those King's Grant fucking pool coverings on their eyes. So they they can see you, but you're in like some sort of a prism. So you're like 50 faces. If you're a fucking ugly bastard, you're 50 times uglier to a fly. They see your ugly mug like in 50 different shapes through that fucking King's Grant pool covering prism. Is it a fucking fly? Man, we gotta go back to the King's Grant. Dad, we're talking about flies, not fucking your fucking mini vacations up to fucking Beverly, man. Oh, Beverly had fucking China Jade and Nick's roast beef. I've mentioned those before. Both of them are fucking dilly dongs. Unreal fucking boneless spuribs with a little drizzle of honey. Fucking super beef with sauce and cheese and a side of fucking fries and onion rings. Oh just get sick. Squirt the ketchup so much that you have like a fucking indoor swimming pool of ketchup on the plate. And you scrape the ketchup down. Cause we had paper plates growing up where you get some of the paper from the wet plate from the ketchup, literally seeping through the plate on your fry. So now you're eating fucking fries, ketchup, and fucking paper product from the paper plate because you're a poor ass fucking bitch. Bugs, man, they really fucking bug me. My guess is they bug you. Fucking bugs live. Fucking bee story. Bees aren't any better. I guess honey bees I like. I like honey. I don't like hornets. I don't like wasps. I don't like yellow jackets. I don't like murder hornets. I don't like fucking fruit flies, the little tiny ones that fly around the noceums that fly in your mouth when you try to eat and you're near like fucking water, the ocean, or a fucking bog. My buddy's like, those are called noceums. You call them noceums. Thanks, man. Thanks, fucking Island McGiver. I'm giving you a shout out, brother. You thought I was gonna make fun of you. I can't, man. You're the Island McGyver. I got a buddy that fucking knows everything. He knows everything from like what type of life jacket to wear based on what boat you're in, what size motor, how much gas, where you get the gas, where the gas is on sale, where the best fucking seafood is if you're in that boat and you got the fucking inexpensive gas with the particular motor and the right life jacket. And then he knows about cauterizing the wound because you fell in your head and you hit your head on the back of the boat. He knows how to elevate your head or keep your head elevated and your legs up so too much blood doesn't flow to your brain. He knows all of it. He knows fucking types of rain. It's an island rain. He remembers that from my fucking wedding video. Ooh, there's a dilly donger puck pulling up right here, man. A complete fucking dilly donger. She's got like fucking five bikes on the back of her fucking bike rack on her car. She reminds me of one of my buddies that had a fucking bike rack on his car. You're not fucking banging hot chicks when you have a bike rack in your car in high school. That's uh check plus. And I'm telling you, you know who you are? Ugh!
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SPEAKER_01If you listen to this, get rid of your bike rack. Oh, I was dead on with the dilly dong. Oh, dead on. Get your fucking bike rack off your fucking shit, fucking Honda Cord, donkey. I better keep it down. She might be able to hear that. You like bugs? I'm gonna release fucking flies in your car while you're inside. Grabbing some fucking milk. I don't like bugs. I don't like fucking mosquitoes. I don't like fucking creepy, fucking big, fat, fucking gushy spiders. I don't like fucking the stinging types of bees. Honey bees save the world. They make honey. They keep our fucking pollination and fucking agricultural climate. I was gonna say agultural. Agricultural climate going in check. Bees are a big deal. There's some movie coming out with Matthew McConaughey. I can't do that. I keep getting they keep saying the same it as they do.
SPEAKER_00Mm.
SPEAKER_01It's a bad fucking impression. But he's got a fucking movie coming out about fucking bees. So watch it. That's the episode. I don't want bugs in my life. I don't want you to fucking think bugs are fucking fun. Bugs fucking suck ass. I don't like anything that's gonna give me a fucking virus that can suck my blood out, that can put someone else's fucking animal fucking disease or DNA or blood back into my system. I don't like anything that's gonna fucking live off and dine on shit of all types. Ticks. Ticks eat us. They don't even eat anything else. They eat us. They eat blood. I guess they do eat fucking animals, right? They get on fucking animals. So they eat blood. Flies eat shit. Mosquitoes eat blood. Fruit flies eat fucking fruit, I guess. Or fucking fruit rind. It's not like I ever leave out stuff that's been peeled or shaven or you know, cut the skin off it, and then they're on it. I guess fruit flies would be on any fruit though, like honeydew melon after it's cut or the melon before it's cut. Same with an orange. But I don't usually leave the the peeled or cut fruit or peeled fruit out on the fucking counter for a day or two like an orange you might or an apple. I don't like them at all. I don't like ants. Ants fucking find their way they like sugar, right? Ants like fucking sugar and fucking sweet shit. They're all fucking awful. Do we start cooking up ants? Making fucking ant tick and fucking fly casserole? Yo, come on over, man. You haven't you gonna have that three bean salad again? Nah, I'm having a three bug salad, man. Flies, ticks, and ants. Fucking marinate them in this fucking mad fucking eggnog my brother makes with lighter fluid. Better off deadline, just dropped it. Ho ho ho ho ho. James Hetfield just got out of his fucking Tonka fucking ZZ1 truck. 2500 fucking Hemi. Fucking Hetfield's going in to perform a fucking guitar solo for fucking market basket. Fucking love you, man. Metallica! Seek and destroy, seek and destroy, I don't like bugs. My one thing? Get one of those old school fucking neon bug lights, those zapping purple fucking black lights, but they it looked it used to remind it looked like a glowing fucking like electricity that would kill the bugs. Was it a light bulb that was so strong that it was giving off actual energy of like bolts or voltage or bolts? Oh, bolt man. It was a kid when we were young and he used to run around. He had a shirt on and said bolt man. So we called him bolt man for like fucking the next 15 years. I wonder how boltman's doing right now. I wonder if he's fucking cooking up some bugs to eat. Fucking bolt man.
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SPEAKER_01Get one of those fucking old school zapping purple black light fucking bug lights and hang it right in the middle of your lawn. I'll come over and fucking stick my tongue on it. If you bet me to do it, I'll do it. This is the Eekshow, Eekshow.show. Info at Eekshow.show. Season's fucking right around, you know, probably past midway now. I got fucking September and October. I mean, realistically, I probably have eight to ten episodes left max. There will be a holiday special. Oh, this love you, ponytail, man. You greasy fucking bitch. Oh, there's another one right behind me. Fucking ponytails weren't in when my dad was alive and he was younger, and they're still not in. If you're a guy, don't have a ponytail. I'll talk to you soon. Eek show. I'm out.
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