Mouse in My House![]() October 14, 2002 ![]() he mouse in my house has the run of the land. He pees in my porridge and he shits in my hand while I lie sleeping, naively unaware that the mouse in my house is nibbling on my hair. And eating my breadcrumbs! And drinking my pop! I have asked him nicely, politely to stop. But did this dissuade him, persuade him to cease? He just ate my cold pizza, every last doughy piece. And as if to taunt me he loves to play and roll in my bed sheets while I am away. He loves to go dipping in my marinara sauce and to leave marinara footprints up, down and across, and on up the stairs to the top of my bedspread where I sleep unawares. He ate all my baloney! Now this is no joke. And he twice left the tops off my toothpaste and Coke. One went quite flat, and the other went hard. And this mouse in my house left his bike in my yard! It's not like it would kill him to put the toilet seat down, or wipe the mud off his feet when he's been mousing around town. There's just no reason he can't put his playing cards away or clean up his jigsaw puzzles at the end of the day. Or close the front door when he's gone out to play. Or whisper more quietly when he kneels down to pray. But the one mousey caper I just cannot forgive is when he got my sister pregnant. I hope you like d-Con, mouse. ![]() Quote of the Day“Upon being stopped by the Customs Officer during my trip to America, he asked: 'Have you anything to declare?' I burst forward, telling him, 'Only my genius!' I was promptly beaten to a piteous pulp and subjected to a humiliating search. Needless to say, they found my weed.”-Wildman Oscar Fortune 500 CookieLove is a relative term, but even that nugget won't save your ass if you pork your cousin. Stay away from salty snacks this week, even if it means tunneling underground. Try wearing your watch on the other arm—maybe that's your problem. This week's lucky names: Alexia. Ephyn. Scatman. Toolio.Try again later. Top 5 commune Features This Week
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