A Name for a Mouse
I have a mouse. I haven't given him a name because I am actively trying to kill him, but I am beginning to feel a bit remorseful about that. Sure, he shits on my counter, and sure he hauls empty Velveeta packets into the bowels of my oven, and naturally I get irritated when I reach for something around the house and he leaps out and causes me alarm. But is it his fault? Of course not. I am filthy. And I have central heat. I would probably have moved in, too.
He is so small, and he leaves his crap wherever he happens to be when he is finished with it. So you see, we are really two of a kind. And since my brother moved out, he is sort of filling a void.
He is so small, and he leaves his crap wherever he happens to be when he is finished with it. So you see, we are really two of a kind. And since my brother moved out, he is sort of filling a void.
posted by jks_ at 4:08 AM
7 Comments:
Herbie
I was sort of leaning toward Oprah Winfrey, but I like Herbie better. I suppose I should go check the traps before I make a decision.
do you really want to live with oprah winfrey?
If she is a mouse, then yes.
know what would be funny? to see oprah winfrey stuck in a glue trap! then you would have to coat her in vegetable oil to get her off. God, funny AND sexy. women don't often come in those packages.
you can now view this. i have taken a photograph especially for you.
In college, I had a shitty apartment with a mouse in. His name was Herr Grau.
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