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I'm not sure if the same things that make me irresistible to the ladies also attract these most unlovely mini-monsters, or if something in the spirit world just really, really despises me, but I can't seem to escape the wrath of the roach.
I was sitting on the toilet (the best way to start a sentence, BTW, outside of "It was a dark and stormy night"), minding my own business, takin' a relaxed Shatner, when I feel something land on my right shoulder. Without even looking, I immediately knew it was a cockroach (not prescience, just experience). I swatted the bastard off of me with a magazine (a Musician's Friend catalog [img]/images/graemlins/tongue.gif[/img] ), picked the twitching carapace up off the floor, and flushed it down with its equals.
This is hardly the first time something like this has happened. I am well known for my hatred of roaches, yet they follow me around like I'm some twisted pied piper. They've jumped off of walls onto me, run right AT me as I was trying to kill them, and other nice tricks. I've found them in the shower, on my bed, etc,. My brother once found one in HIS EAR. That fukks with my head to just type that. My dad sprays for them regularly, I hadn't seen any for almost a year, but in recent weeks they've gotten more visible, and more bold.
I make it my pledge to destroy all of these cocksucking roaches with impunity and extreme prejudice. I just hope that i don't have to look at them while doing so.
I was sitting on the toilet (the best way to start a sentence, BTW, outside of "It was a dark and stormy night"), minding my own business, takin' a relaxed Shatner, when I feel something land on my right shoulder. Without even looking, I immediately knew it was a cockroach (not prescience, just experience). I swatted the bastard off of me with a magazine (a Musician's Friend catalog [img]/images/graemlins/tongue.gif[/img] ), picked the twitching carapace up off the floor, and flushed it down with its equals.
This is hardly the first time something like this has happened. I am well known for my hatred of roaches, yet they follow me around like I'm some twisted pied piper. They've jumped off of walls onto me, run right AT me as I was trying to kill them, and other nice tricks. I've found them in the shower, on my bed, etc,. My brother once found one in HIS EAR. That fukks with my head to just type that. My dad sprays for them regularly, I hadn't seen any for almost a year, but in recent weeks they've gotten more visible, and more bold.
I make it my pledge to destroy all of these cocksucking roaches with impunity and extreme prejudice. I just hope that i don't have to look at them while doing so.
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