September 20, 2007

That’s right, you motherfucker, I killed you. And tomorrow, I’m going to poison any of your relatives that are unlucky enough to live near me.

So what if it took four whacks with the broom to knock you on your back? Half a can of carpet deodorizer to finally snuff you out? Worth every drop.

I tossed your disgusting foam-soaked carcass out the window. Who’s flying now, asshole?

The next three-inch flying cockroach that crosses my path will meet the same fate.

The Salute