Late last night, as I watched the mastery of Clint Eastwood in "Absolute Power" on Showtime, a giant cockroach wandered into my home on the wall near the front door. I quickly and quietly removed my Crocs Cayman, stalked the roach and gave him no time to react. EXPLOSION! I have never seen a roach explode the way this one did under the mighty power and speed of my sage green Cayman. What a mess. It was almost effortless, like swinging a Sammy Sosa corked baseball bat. Dirty Harry would've been proud. Or at least he would've nodded his approval.
Thank you Crocs! Maker of the finest fat-roach killer in America.
Disclaimer: Pupule Paul is long CROX.
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