Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Insecticide

My 'boss', club owner that is. She's not really the boss of much inside or outside of work to be blunt. So she standing in the office saying, "blah blah blah" something so-cally important and I'm glancing at her out of the corner of my eye. I can't take much more. I'm going to take my shoe off any minute and just beat her to death with it. Then it hits me. I turn around and start flicking the light switch on and off and on and off, and she's getting all twitchy, so I flick the lights on and leave them on and she scurry's away. I was right all along. She really is a cockroach.

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