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Posted by supernovabomb007 Tue Nov 30, 1999 00:00:00 PST
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Yeah, so I am kind of one of those chicks that really doesn't like to kill things, but will occasionally.  Today, I was standing on the porch smoking a clove, and I saw this little grey mouse skimper across the flowers.  I was thinking, that is just weird! Day time and a mouse is scurrying around outside.  So anyway, I was watching this cute little critter climb over flowers and scurry around and I thought of something.  Every now and then I find a friggen mouse turd in a drawer or see that the little a** holes have eaten through the chip bag and made me Cheeto free!  You have no idea how much I love my Cheetos! I know it isn't their fault they can't get jobs and work for their own shit.  I know that it isn't their fault they can't prevent multiplying into thousands and thousands of disease festering creatures. Then again, if they made mouse profilactics I really don't think they would use them. So this is where I grabbed a large brick and smooshed the cute little varmint.  Not once, not twice..no the little f**ker was quite flexible.  I had to bash it's head in untill it popped like a zit.  Graphic you say? Mean you say? Well honey, think mean next time you go into the kitchen to eat dinner and you find Mickey's magical present  on your fork wating for you to bite into the lovely seasoning that is what makes me think this murder was for a good cause.  One mouse gone, thousands of chip eating, silverware pooping on, critters prevented.  Hooray for Cheetos. Nova friggen saved the day!!!!!!!!!!1

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Comment From: slayer

Hahahahaha, I could never bring blood with my own hands... unless it was long range... what if the blood got on you? I'm more of a blood free guy if you well. But I am glad to see that others take up for my slack ;) Viva los cheetos :) BTW, which kind do you like> Me gusta the limon ones... yummy :) Comment From: twinkie

I stepped on a baby mouse once. It was the middle of the night, I got thirsty. I went to the kitchen, barefoot, and felt something under my foot, and that something started squeaking something awful. I turned the light on, and there it was, half squished. I screamed and screamed then cried and cried. It looked so helpless. I called my boyfriend-at-the-time out of bed and he mercy killed it for me. I have never been the same since. I can still see it there, half squished and helpless. Don't get me wrong... I hate those little varmints and don't think twice about poisoning them, or setting a trap for them. But stepping on them? I just can't handle the guilt.