Addendum to I hate cockroaches with the fiery passion of 1,000 red hot burning suns.
Exhibit 7 - 3 inch long flying cockroach lands on my bare arm. I flail around and scream trying to get it off of me, which doesn't really help things because it then gets caught in the folds of my dress and I have to spend an additional 15 seconds screaming and flailing until it finally falls to the ground. Outside of Wagyu Lounge, Saturday morning.
2 comments:
I was talking to you while this happened! I feel special!
gross. the general absence of cockroaches is reason enough to live in the u.s.
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