Saturday, October 6, 2007

The Clean Smell of Success...

My Roach-friend from last night will, regretfully, be unavailble for future nocturnal terrorizing. I was just in the shower, putting some conditioner on my hair- when I noticed the motherfucker hanging out in between the shower curtain and the liner. This time, I had the RAID close by- and with my 3 year old cheering me on, we sprayed the shit out of him and tossed him in the toilet. Take that, you post apocalyptic nuisance.

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