grubby jocks

i want to be in the garden i really do. my late assignments are driving me crazy though. every time i'm outside i'm thinking... i should be doing that assignment i should be doing that assignment.. which is fucking gay.. cause i wanna know how the world ticks.. but on MY WATCH.. fuck the due dates! i hate it when i'm stressed about deadlines.. they are fucking homsexual inventions.. anyhoo i was reading through a garden book and i finally found a picture and description of the things i have been uncovering en masse as i dig over the earth for the veg patch. they are fat white grubs that are always curled into a C shape.. you can see their future wings through their membranous skin.. ugh bugs.. so gross. anyway the name of it could not be better.. the name of this thing in abundance in my garden.. is none other than the "cockchafer grub" it's become a theory that i may actually attract them.. hence the lack of man-ny goodness in my heart. yes. i blame the grubs. nobody wants cock chafe. IT MUST BE THE GRUBS.