So there I am, it's about 23:30 during the late hours of Tuesday the 23rd of January 2007. My throat is dry, I fancy a drink, then wander into the dark, dreary kitchen. What was that? A shadow near the bin! Nah, just my imagination......Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!!! A mouse just ran over the kitchen floor and straight under the washing machine......
BASTARDS!!!
Still can't believe it. A fucking mouse in the house. A fucking relation of Stuart Little, in our place! I won't have it. I think it's time me and Steveo strapped on our Proton Packs and got ghostbusters on it's ass. The landlord WILL be getting a call today.
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Twas the night before Snowboarding, and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring,
except for a mouse,
his head was so tiny,
but his balls where so big,
he shat on steveos face,
and then danced a jig,
he then went to Ch3ws room,
and played with his balls,
as soon as he came,
it was all on the walls,
he soon hurried back,
to his place under where,
you would normally find,
food, clothing and hair,
and there he would wait,
for the next night to come,
and decide whether he,
should stick it right up your bum.
my plan....
bang cheese on the kitchen floor (stuarts last supper) then release a mog! BANG you little fucker.
mouse 0 - 1 lads
we win
Seriously, I haven't laughed from reading something that much in so long. People in work were laughing at me because I was laughing so much.
Very good Woz. lol
There's a moose loose aboot your hoose? Try cleaning the gaff you couple of dust dodging skanks!
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