Me: I have a bite on my ankle. I never once took off my shoes during that party. That means the mosquito literally had to crawl inside my shoe to bite there.
Peguero: What a determined little asshole.
Me: "I'd fucking bite the other one if you didn't just walk back into the house, you little shit."
Peguero: My final count is seven bites. Motherfuckers.
Me: Twenty five so far. I'm still finding more.
Me: Annnnnnd... twenty six.
Me: They appear as they become itchy.
Peguero: Did you use the bug spray at all?!
Me: ...No. They scare me...
Peguero: The bug spray scares you?
Me: Yeah, what if I lick myself and I get poisoned?
Peguero: I accidentally rubbed that shit in my eye and I'm fine wait why would you lick yourself.
Me: I have to once every hour to stop the dogs from barking in my head.
Peguero: Oh, well, that makes sense.

Final count was 44 bites. Christ. And then of course other jackasses in my room bit me up some more later. I looked like some sort of smallpox victim.