The other night I saw a cockroach in the kitchen (don't worry, in the four years I've lived here, this is the first cockroach I've seen). Anyways, my first reaction was "Ahh! Kill it!" So I grabbed a knife. OK, let me repeat that: I GRABBED A KNIFE. IN ORDER TO KILL A COCKROACH. A KNIFE.
What the...? Like the roach was going to come at me with a broken bottle or something. I'm standing there in the kitchen holding a knife over my head, ready to stab the shit out of a cockroach.
After about two minutes of standing there in hunter-killer mode, I realized that a magazine would be more effective.
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