Roaches are number 2 on my hit list, right after Osama Bin Laden. Today I opened a box of ***earmuffs, boys*** tampons to find a huge roach sitting right on top. I immediately yanked my hand away, deciding to leave the perpetrator alone in hopes that by the time I came home from work he would be gone. But then I decided that he needed to die. So I pulled out the box of tampons from under the sink and dumped them out on the bathroom floor along with the roach. He swiftly maneuvered around the 37 cylindrical obstacles and scurried into the corner. Not to be outsmarted, I picked up a tampon and hurled it at him. Miss. Damn! Now he's lurking somewhere in our bathroom cabinets smelling all powder fresh. I hate roaches.
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