Have you ever met someone who gave you an instant case of the "creeps"?
Someone whose very existence upset the balance of nature itself and the very sight of them or the mention of their name made you bare your teeth and snarl?
The Cockroach does that to me. And he's back in my house again. Uuuuurgh!
He apparently ran up behind one of the female cooks and started rubbing his crotch on her backside. If that had been me, they would have carried him down to the Hive in several little baskets.
I can't put my finger on any one thing about him that really bugs me other than his continued existence. He's nothing more than a slimy little creep. The kind of person that if you saw him walking down your street you would lock up your wives, daughters, pets, livestock and yourself. Ack!!! I'm giving myself the willies even now just thinking about him. Yuck.
I'm not sure what he is in prison for. I don't want to know. I know too much about him already.
Last time he was in my house it was for masturbating in the hallway up in medical. And we were stuck with him for months and months. Creepy little bastard.
I really hate forcing my troubles on somebody else. But this time I am going to do just that just as fast as I can get it done. I am going to sit on the caseworkers doorstep until they get him his C-5 classification and get him rolled out of here.
Then he can go play his slimy little peek a boo games with the big boys. Let him wag his willy at a place where they will spray the crap out of him every time he does it. I imagine a few applications of pepper spray on Little Johnson and he won't be playing with it too much anymore.
I know I shouldn't let him get to me, but he does. Not very professional of me, I know.
I'll shut up now. Thanks for listening.
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