Hahaha, Poop-Factories.
Anyway, for me, They're lovely
I remembered now, when I was in sweden, we lived in some kinda...Hotel, or something, but there, it lived people that either had drug/alcohol problem, and homeless.
So there was a kid there, and one day, we all was playing in a car that was there (I was 10 years old then), and i was in the front, and that kid in near the boot, with another kid, and there was another kid with me...
Anyway, the boot got closed, and he's hand got there, so he got the boot closed in his hand (ROFL), so he went crying inside, and a girl, that worked in that house (Security, Problems, Etc., actually, was more like a Gestapo to me...) came with that kid, and asked him who did it (Close the boot on his hand), and the cockeroach pointed at me.
That pissed me off, realy.
I just wanted to kill that kid then.
Now, I'm more mature, and I wanna torture him, before kill 'im.