“Cookies,” by Lauren Hargrave
Aug 19th, 2010 | By Defenestration“I don’t know what to tell you, our last exterminator wasn’t worth jack. He bumped and bruised his way through our home like a Neanderthal on steroids.”
“He was a cute Neanderthal from what I remember.”
“Eh, I don’t like the cleft chin thing; it reminds me of a plumber’s crack. And when someone’s ripping your kitchen apart and tearing up your hydrangeas, it’s pretty difficult to find them attractive.”