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"AAAAAARRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

Damn!

Shock. My heart is beating very fast. I was scared. And stuff. Stoopid moth. Flew across my monitor. I jumped. Off my chair. And ran. Out the door. It was massive. Gigantic. Huge. God im scared. It was about 20cm. I went out the door and was about to shout my mum. But the thing started running after me. So I ran off into another room. Saw it fly downstairs. Laughed. Well, kinda. And now im back. Scared to death. It was huge I tell ya!

I hate them, stupid things!

GGGRRRRRR.

Why cant they just leave me alone!?

*cries*

MoJoJoJo wrote:
> "*flexes*
>
> These muscles!"
>
> You know you should actually GET some muscles before you try flexing
> to show them off

You tell him MoJoJoJo

I'm just about to nod off now.

"*flexes*

These muscles!"

You know you should actually GET some muscles before you try flexing to show them off

Hercules! wrote:
> Will you be my moth exterminator please?
>
> You get 10p for every moth you kill for me.
>
> :)

Okay, what I need now is a flash utility belt, skin tight suit and a simple easy to remember name...

If anyone happens to be a belt maker, I need it to be able to carry a bottle of Mr Sheen and a bottle of air freshner.

Bën wrote:
> Yawn

Too Right.

*chants, herc is a ponce*
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DeltaJava wrote:
> I smacked a moth just now.

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Excellent.

I smacked a moth just now.

Will you be my moth exterminator please?

You get 10p for every moth you kill for me.

:)

Yawn

You should see my room. There were two huge moths so I grabbed my trusty can of polish and sprang into action. I got a good spray on one, but it fell from the wardrobe to my bed before I could finish it with a magazine (NGC, if your wondering, large pages, heavy, perfect). So I pulled the top mattress off to find it (I have two) when it crawled up from the wall at the side of the bed. Wasting no time I let rip half a can of Mr Sheen over the poor begger, though he tried with passion to escape, the 2 inch thick spray covering weighed him down and came to a halt, dying from the poison. To make sure I dropped NGC on him anyway, the put my mattress back on top. It's been a week and he's still there, sandwhiched between two mattress, covered in polish with a magazine on his head. I feel no pity.