I don't know who invented that shit, but I will find you, and I will kill you.
Admit it, you just read it in his voice.
My brother, Josh, had gotten a new can of the spray, the chocolate one. Because of the fact we live in a trailer, we have an A/C intake filter in the hallway beside my parents bedroom. It isn't supposed to filter scents or anything like that, just dust and dirt particles, maybe the occasional fly.
My douche of a brother goes to the intake filter, (mind you, that filter distributes whatever goes in right there to every part of the house), and decides to empty half the can into the filter.
Kill it, kill it with fire.
