pests and 2nd floor

i know, but its just a clot somewhere in the back of my head.
i thought that i was the only one who live on the dreaded 2nd floor.
i used to despise people living on the second floor. well that was when i was livin on the fourth. but karma is just. i moved to the second floor.
i knew what was coming. pests!

and yes, back to the clot. it unclotted to make me realise that, wait, im not the only 2nd floorer.
haha. theres mufujifi and hasif. who else? own up and tag. bahh. tell me your pest stories. like sure.hohoho

it was close to 1am.
i needed the toilet.
but unknown to me, there was this big fat fugly lizard.
it was juicy and grey. i mean, what kind of a race is that?
grey. indian lizard? african? nigga?

eh wow.
so, to overcome my fear of cicak, i decided to talk to it. in a seductive tone too, that as an added bonus to break the ice. the cicak stoned and tried to spasm into the corner. well, i automatically conversed with him in malay.
well i think its a him,

but yeah, i didnt feel like killing that old fat faggot.
grr, you're lucky this time round.
till we meet next time...

kill kill kill


ps: animals are friends.