17 October 2013, 01:01
Idaho SharpshooterChiggers
AAAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH...!
I remember as a kid picking blackberries in the early fall on the farm. My Grandmother used to have us shower and then she took turpentine on a cotton ball and swabbed us down. Brings an entirely new meaning to the song "Goodness Gracious, Great Balls of Fire".