Wednesday, October 17, 2007

A Dead Cockroach and a Set of Keys

There's no height to which I won't climb, nor depth to which I won't stoop, dear reader, to bring you whatever happens to take the fancy of my sick, twisted mind at any particular moment of any given day.

Behold, a dead cockroach, conveniently placed beside a set of keys in order that the viewer may better be able to get a sense of scale:



You won't find this in The Louvre, I guarantee you...

6 comments:

  1. You call that a cockroach? That's a cocktail-sausage roach.

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  2. Glenn,
    Well, I could have left the keys out and lied about how big it was... I'm honest, if nothing! Besides, isn't it enough that it's disgusting?

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  3. Yuck! It is as big as Mexico City's roaches!

    When I saw the photo, I first thought you had actually found it next to your keys, good relief to read you didn't.

    They are top on my hated-things list. Whenever we come across, it's me or them! (war cry)

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  4. Usual Stuff,
    Hand to hand combat, to the death. It's the only way...

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  5. Verilion,
    Don't be such a chicken!

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