A sneaky little bastard that can only be seen out the the corner of your eye as it jumps into your food cabinet. Upon inspection, it is no ware to be found until you open your Costco size industrial box of Lucky Charms, and there he is. Pissing and shitting into your priceless box of little rainbow gems. Pissing you off so much that you willingly camp out in your kitchen with a 12-gauge, just waiting for that little mother fucker to come out. Of course he doesn't come out until after you have got up and put your gun away, you walk back into the kitchen and there he is, shitting on your floor while he laughs at you. He will always be watching you. Laughing. Judging.
Hmmm, I feel like a wonderful box of delicious Lucky Charms. *Opens cabinet and looks into box* A FUCKING MOUSE!! *Throws box on ground a stomps on it, picks it up and looks in it* WHERE DID IT GO!?!?!? Looking over on the table, there he is. Watching you. Laughing at you.
de mountain doobies 06 August 2007