I was in my bed, pretty tired. It was a lonely, hot summer night. I was thinking about my daddy and how much I love him. (No this is not a Lana Del Rey music video.) Then I looked up and right across my eyes, up on the wall, there was a huge cockroach as big as my daddy's D. I jumped out of the bed, grabbed a shoe and a bug spray. He was running for his life when I first saw him so I thought he got a bootycall or something but the poor thing didn't even make it to his girlfriend's place. I was screaming "Yaaassss you are going down like a certain artist's career bitch" when he was falling to the ground. Then I crushed him with the shoe and threw him outside.
What about you all, can you deal with cockroaches on your own or do you scream and run for your life when you see one?
(Please don't post pictures of those creatures in here.)
Screaming 
