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  1. الفخاخ المصنوعة من السكر والبوراكس هي واحدة من الطرق المعقولة والفعالة وغير المكلفة لتدمير الصراصير الصغيرة والتخلص منها. يجذب السكر الصراصير إلى المصيدة ، ويقتلها البوراكس بسهولة ، والصرصور الذي يترك المصيدة ولا يموت بمثابة مصدر للسم عندما يعود إلى مخبأه. لقتل الصراصير ، يمكن تحضير المصائد عن طريق خلط كميات متساوية من البوراكس والسكر ووضع الخليط في صينية بالقرب من مصدر الصراصير ؛ لا ينبغي استخدام هذه الطريقة إذا كان هناك أطفال أو حيوانات أليفة في المنزل. إذا ابتلع عن طريق الخطأ ، البوراكس سامة. قشر الخيار وعلب الألمنيوم الفخاخ عند استخدام هذا المصيدة ، يتم وضع قشر الخيار الطازج في وعاء من الألومنيوم ، ويضاف الفازلين إلى البرطمان ويفرك جيدا لمساعدة الصراصير على الانزلاق إلى الداخل ، ويوضع في مكان مناسب بالقرب من مصدر وجودها. يتفاعل ويطلق رائحة عفن يمكن أن تقتل الصراصير وتؤدي إلى موتها. الصودا القنطرة الصودا القنطرة هي واحدة من أبسط الطرق وأكثرها فعالية للتخلص من الصراصير الصغيرة ، إذا قمت بملء قاعها بسائل أو شراب حلو جذاب ، على سبيل المثال ، السكر أو القهوة مع السكر معا ، قم بقطع الجزء العلوي ، ثم اقلبه رأسا على عقب ، يكون القاع على شكل قمع. هذا يؤدي إلى حقيقة أن الصراصير تقترب من الجرة وتسقط فيها بطريقة يصعب الخروج منها وتركها.

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  119. “See this; see this. “His father says. “This is where power comes from.” “Pick it up and smell the crotch.” His dad says.

  120. “Yep. I’ve had one since I put on my gear at practice today.” He tells his dad. “This is what a man looks like, son.” His father says as his pants fall to the floor. From his waist out pops his representation of a 40-year-old-man. And father of two teenage boys. His cock.

  121. “I look forward to the day when you are a fully grown man, my son.” His father says. “I am anxious to see the fruit of my loins reach his fully-adorned manhood. Adulthood.” “Do it!” His dad orders.

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  128. “Then, what is this, father.” He says as he wrestles his cock in a fierce grip and squeezes it like he is fighting against a serpent unleashed from its coil.

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