Dear Sloth Moving Roach, Apparently, your pent up rage at the murder of your cousin in the Siege of Bathroom Sink, had caused you to bide your time in your murderous endeavor. Under you usual veil of darkness, you came at me but changed tactics that I was woefully unprepared for. As I sipped on apple juice to quench my parched lips, I felt your terror as your leg touched my toe. The panic swelled within me, and when I gazed upon your hideously fat frame, I screamed, dropped my $3 jug of juice on the floor and lept back knocking my side into a bookcase. You crawled slowly, angrily, in Jason Voorhees manner knowing perhaps that you would get me in the end. When I finally unleashed my own killer instincts, you crawled to the last moment that life left your body. Down the toilet you went, and I stayed up aware that your legion of followers were slowly and surely drawing their plans against me.
Posted on: Mon, 15 Jul 2013 11:42:22 +0000
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