Mortal enemy

There is only really one insect that I seriously cannot handle, and
there it sits, half squished, on my balcony. Neither my cat nor I know
what to do with it.

Is it still an insect with that many legs?!

Life is all right...

Financial crisis?

Someone in our office building has enough free time to write the
building name on every freakin' roll of toilet paper.

You could also consider the fact that we're wiping our asses with the
name and flushing it down with physical waste...

My potassium!

No breakfast bananas...

Now who am I supposed to report my toilet activity to?

New futsal shoes:D