Wednesday, June 04, 2003 :::
 

So there was this one time in the tropics. I was the proud owner of a 76 Pontiac Firebird. Sure it was a bit rusty but a bit of fibreglass and bondo and some elbow grease and I cleaned that shit up. It was rad and gas was cheap... well at least compared to where I was from it seemed cheap. So running a bored out V8 350 cc hemi was almost economical.

Anyhoo

the point of this tale is that I thought the car was clean, I vacuumed out the sand every so often after my days at the beach and even once bet my girlfriend that there were giraffes at the Honolulu zoo..... she swore there wasn't.... I won...... the bet was a slave day, so I worked her pretty hard, then I thought I'd get her to clean the car. She was not to thrilled because we had left some bread in the vehicle that afternoon and forgot about it, when she went out to do the chore she got the fright of her life. Cockraoaches every where! they had eaten through the bread bag and apparantly infested this car.

I'd driven the car all summer and never seen one but.......

Roach bombs... roach motels.... roach traps... roach poisens.....

we used em all

Never sure If I killed em but after that incident I never saw any more.

I hate coackroaches.

::: posted by Mega at 5:34 AM

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