My neighbourhood continued
from here.
Early last Sunday morn at 6 30 am
I was dreaming about going to the cinema when
Aaron aka My Slut awoke with a massive jump
I woke up and saw his terrified face in the moonlight
“what is it?!” omg pontianak (ghost)
“cockroach!”
He jumped up and switched on the lights
I hugged my pillow sleepily on the bed
I didn’t see anything
“You dreaming is it.” i just wanna sleep godammit
“I felt something crawling on my arm and saw something black there!”
“…. you dreaming is it.”
“NO.”
sigh.
Suddenly we see it.
Fucking hugeass killer black cockroach.
In his room.
Aaron jumps around going “there! there!”
I sigh, put on my contact lenses
And wait for it to appear again
In my hand is a
Rolled up newspaper provided by him
“I’m going to the bathroom”
“Okay.” *waits for cockroach*
“OH! THERE! HIT IT OUT!”
I hit it out of the room.
Oh-brave-one rushes into the room and slams the door behind him.
“I can’t go to the bathroom now….” *small voice*
I realise that no matter what race or age my ex-bfs are, they’re ALL massively terrified of cockroaches. Me? i just enjoy killing them by pouring Persil detergent on their wiggling up-side-down bodies till they die.
DIE! MOTHERFUCKA! DIE!
(line stolen from mediumben)
AHAHAHAHAHA…. Your blogs always perks me up. Nice pics btw… like the way you put them comments.
keep it up
those bars… *childhood memories*
…*looks at assignments and sighs*
i never knew stairz could be so cool.hahz.
and yea..my beb’z mad terrified of crocroaches.but the irony of it all.all the crocroaches in the world luvs to DIE in his studyroom’s toilet.the toilet is never used, see.and the lid on the hole on the floor is always closed.but sumhow these creepey crawlies manages to come out of nowhere to die in the toilet!
once i opened the toilet door and scared the shietz outta myself.there were 25 dead croachz inside!yesh…i actually stood there amidtz the frigtening sight and …despite the pungent smell of dead croachz..i counted them!coz there was an unbelivable army in there!