Pause the movie.
Bill goes to the kitchen. I go to the bathroom.
I pick up a towel. I screetch.
"Bill! Get in here..."
"...and bring something!"
Bill enters with a shoe and asks, "where is it?"
Smack, smack, smack. La kookaracha is dead and flushed.
Argh, I hate summer and those little boogies.
1 comment:
eek. my sightings have been regulated to the outdoors.
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