The name sounds like a cheesy 80's Pussy-metal hair band, but it's not.
It is a very powerful poison, which smells like a fresh, ripe fart. Why does it come to mind?

Because I need some.
Don't fret, I don't plan on using it on myself or anyone else in a fit of Shakespearean dramatic madness, I need it because as of late, hordes of tiny cockroaches have been spawning from under the kitchen sink, and threaten to form an angry mob with tiny torches and pitchforks and throw me out of my own damn house, taking advantage of the fact that my parents aren't here and I'm the only one left to battle and subdue them.
My dad, cheerful genocidal warmonger that he is, has been using that noxious shit (Malathion) for years, ending all sorts of lower life forms with just a spritz in the right place. That shit ...Keep reading.

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Here I am, completely alone in my house, just trying to sink in the fact that I'm not going to be seeing my parents for about two weeks. They're on vacation on the half-nation, Dominican Republic, while I am left here as Master, Ruler and Overlorld of this glorified pigpen. At least until the weekends, which is when the fucktard I call a brother comes over and eats every fucking thing in the fridge, only to leave me with half a soda bottle and a slice of cheese.
I had yet to enjoy one full night alone due to some interesting stuff going on in my life, which had supplied me with some very welcome company ever since my parents left a couple of days ago.
These past few nights have been quite... amusing.

Ha!!! Amusing! what a pathetic choice of words to describe the best time I've had since five ...Keep reading.

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That is how I have come to name the "author of my days", the "loin of my fruits", my mother. The reason why this name is so fitting deserves a fun little example of her behavior. A couple of days ago, I came from work all tired and grumpy, and she asks me for a favor. Something simple. Just try out a new monitor on an old pc we have lying around. Since I was feeling a bit... Indisposed (I just didn't want to be fucking bothered by anyone) I asked her why that useless oaf I call a brother didn't check it out for her, since he's been home all day.
This question prompted one of the most volatile, freakish reactions I've seen from her in quite a while. She started shouting something about how I never want to do anything, that I'm an ungrateful little prick, that my ...Keep reading.

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