So there I was, taking a shit... just a normal shit. This motherfucking cockroach climbs out of where if was, looks at me, antenna all perked up, and then literally flips over froze; dead. Yo' I think it happened... the cockroaches will not survive the apocalypse... considering that one apparently couldn't survive me shitting. Even in death, the cockroach had a last joke; I picked up it's corpse with TP, as all sense still made; then I flushed. It didn't take. I had to flush twice.

I know the scause, I chloroxed my bathtub around 30 hours ago, but damn that was hilarious.

As for the why the chloroxing, mold appeared because these maids fucking suck at their job.

Ok so you are our new chemical weapon to be preserved for the apocalypse. Where do you live that you have maids to clean your bog?

No... I simply am not equipped for survival; what I can do is privilege you to where the basic equipment is. I'm only un-equipped because I'm tired. There's a very valid reason I've started stating naps and rests over sleep.
On the other hand... perhaps I awake and all of this shit never fuckin' happened. Do not do what I have done; this shit gets deleterious.

why the fuck did auto-correct do that? Deleterious? I've used that word like 8 times. My bad, delirious was my intent.

Oh, of course a sang a song for the cockroach between picking her up and that first flush.