Saturday, September 24, 2005 @ 10:12 PM
Last night, the usual shallow sms conversation ended off with it's okie, the church is always there.
He didn't get what he wanted so he ended the chatting session as fast as he could, prob fearing that this christian girl is going to psycho him or bring up God again.
She went to her room to get something and saw this large cockroach with her butt's titled 45 degrees upward. She knew it's a her .. she knew it by instinct. The cockroach with it's maternal instinct prob knew as well death was approaching and backed off slightly. The girl tiptoe and dashed out of the room to grab baygon. She came back to her room with the deadly weapon that would send most insects shivering. She tiptoe again and pssttt... that disgusting cockroach ran for its life and seek refuge under the bed. An hr later, it was discovered dead. Yeay!
