that soddin little cricket peeked his head out at me last nite...on my couch no less...and there wasnt anything heavy enough to smash its bloody little head in...so i grabbed this empty box...n attempted to...yannow...squish the shit outta him...n he ran...n i hadda chase him...n all the while beating him with this completely ineffective box...until such time as...well...iunno where he went...so i figure..a) theres a dead cricket carcass somewhere in the crevices on my couch..or b)he'll peek his bloody little head out again...and ill be prepared...with an effin shoe!
so after procurring a nutritious meal for all of satans spawn...and they have since gone into their bedroom n are listening to music...way cool for me...
im sittin on the couch...eating a twinkie...n yes i know they have absolutely no nutritional value and have a shelf life of approximately 7 years...
i realise...i really like...to bite off the entire top of the twinkie...and lick the cream out.
tadum!
