images-1.jpgSo I was just sitting on the crapper, enjoying some me time reading The Da Vinci Code, when the biggest Parktown Prawn I have ever seen scuttled past me. To say the least I shat myself so bad, I couldn’t.

Moments later, pants on and armed with a man sized wad of bog roll, I went on the hunt. I cornered the bastard behind the gas heater and with all the manliness I could muster I threw the toilet paper (2-ply I think), alas the beast was not beaten easy, it jumped from its papery cage with a look of pure hatred, by this time my heart was pounding a rhythm that would make any nu-metal drummer proud. My life flashed before my eyes, but just as I was about to surrender, something clicked and I pounced screaming “I’M NOT READY TO DIE!”, before I knew what I was doing I had it in the toilet paper, but I squeezed a bit tight and heard a loud popping noise. Man, I’ll never, ever, forget that smell.

It’s definitely time to move house…!

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