Ben and the AQ Crew
They killed that dude over in Iraq. Now if he was somebody else, I might mourn a little bit, but even his own people can’t stand him. When you pile up the bodies of infidels like homie did, you’d think that Osama would have love for you, but even he couldn’t stand old boy. That’s probably the reason dude was blown up. He didn’t have the type of loyalty and protection the real AQ Crew gets on a regular basis up in those mountains. Those dudes live like that rat that’s been chilling at my place.
I spent over forty dollars trying to catch that bastard and I ain’t caught crap. I got glue traps, poisonous bait, and those round D-Con things that are supposed to snap close when the rat gets inside. Good ole’ Ben has been jumping and dodging my crap like he’s running one of those Olympic track relays. I saw his big fluffy self by my refridgerator, his tail stuck on one of the glue tracks. He squealed a little, then broke free and ran behind the fridge. I haven’t seen his filthy ass since then. But I know he’ll be back, so I need something that will finally get him for good. I honestly don’t care what it is. He just has to be gone so I don’t have to keep worrying about him crawling in my bed and peeing on my face. Ewwww. I hate’em.
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