May 19th 2021 Today the flappy little cunts are back again. If you’re a long-time reader of this blog you’ll remember my hatred of flies and thus coinage of the term from such classics as “the flappy little cunts are back” and “my Dad has asked me to stop calling flies flappy little cunts”. Well, Dad, they’re back, and I keep swallowing the bastards. When I’m out on a run I always seem to run directly through a cloud of the flappy little cunts and end up ingesting a mouthful of them. Either that, or they end up in my … Continue reading Swarm