Remember Wile E Cockroachy?
The unwelcome visitor I had the weekend before last, who came and introduced himself while I was innocently reading myself to sleep; then showed up again the following day trying to join me on the computer?
Well he's back. Or should I say, he WAS back.
I found him doing laps in the toilet this morning. Now I was certainly impressed with his technique (I gave him a 7 out of 10, he was listing to the left a little...), however it did not stop me sending him on the ride of his life down the S bend. TAKE THAT, supposedly invincible, nuclear holocaust surviving, icky icky bug! Mmwwaahaahaa!
Now, knowing my luck, he'll survive on whatever it is that the crocodiles are eating - most of my left socks, countless pens, and ALL my hair ties and such - grow to 6 feet tall, and come back when I least expect it to take his revenge on me by executing his plan for WORLD DOMINATION.
So this blog is my insurance policy. If I ever go missing, you all know what happened to me. A gigantic killer roach came and killed me and most likely took my body with him underground for the rest of the mutants to feed on.
Call the Prime Minister. It's a conspiracy.