Christmas season is coming. So in order for you to get a present from me, you gotta answer this question first...What happens when you put a camera into our hands?
a) battery runs flat in less than 10 minutes.
b) discover some rather should-be-censored (R21) pictures on sisters (not mine) camera.
c) continually having to delete pics to make way for more.
d) all of the above.
Answer : (d) - for DUH.
By the way can you see what extra blinging I did to my phone?
Do you?
DO YOU?
DO YOU?!
=DD
A TOTALLY DIAMOND-ENCRUSTED CAMERA LENS!
so blingy! ^.~
Anyways. Miss Brookey came over to laze around my house today. She is watching as I type this post. Which you will need to keep in mind as your eyeballs read this screen. We had such a happening time. Like we waged war with a humungous yuck of the bug world. Ok this was how it .. went down.
I was on the phone to a Customer Service lady helping me fix my net problem with Brooke sitting on the couch next to me staring into space.
And then she saw it.
The cockroach!!!
The total b*st*rd!!!
Armed with the bug spray she inched slowly (yet trying to stay as far away as possible) towards the offending creature which was I must say. MASSIVE... and while squealing like pigs on honeymoon...and sprayed with all the enthusiasm she could muster but instead, missed and sprayed the entire length of curtain and thus giving my curtains, and nostril hairs, a glorious whiff of the ever pungent eau de Baygon.
I took over the frontline and attempted to eradicate the creepy crawly while still on the phone and trying to execute the instructions from the Customer Service personnel.
Goodness knows what the lady on the phone was thinking, all she heard were screams of...
"ARGH! THERE! THERE! SPRAY IT! PRESS HARDER! ITS MOVING!!!!"
"CRAP ITS BEHIND THE TV!"
"ITS COMING NEAR ME!" (take note.. like 2m away)
"REENNNNNAAAA ITS DROPPING DOWN!!!"
"OMG!!!"
"OMG!!!"
"OMG!!!"
"OH-MY-GAAAWWWWWWDDDDD. I can smell it..."
*yadda yadda yadda*
We were spraying bug spray like how a fat man eats after an hour of fasting - like a choo choo train nonstop.
After endless ear-piercing, window shattering squeals and screaming from well, both of us *shifty eyes* we managed to weaken the enemy (too bad not kill it) as it scuttled out of sight behind some bulky furniture. We still live in fear as I type this.
If that disgusting bacteria infested vermin comes out and makes an appearance I am going to grab the bug spray again, not spray it but remove the cap and pour the spray contents all over it. And it will not only suffer from the putrid smell which is hounding my nose at the moment, but will drown in absolute agony. *arrgghhh* (cockroach, not me)
PS: We attempted to get a google picture of so called enemy but as we scrolled down the page of images we didnt expect such a F****** HUGE MUTHA****as (in Brookes very flowery language)
and we were so scared shitless by (mere) PICTURES that I screamed like an idiotic opera singer...
