Aug 30, 2007 12:30
a loud knock on my door this morning. not the cops, pest control (said the guys navy blue polo shirt.)
"they're not pests," i said.
"they're my friends, i think."
convinced him to use the humane method. He lured them out with promises of cigs and dub-cheese.
But they'll be back, and until then the house still smells like banana liquor.
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