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So I'm just sitting here on the end of my bed
And I casually look up at the open door to my husbands office.
And out walks a fucking mouse. Like he owns the fucking place.
Needless to say I just spent my last 7 dollars on 39 frozen burritos so I'll just be living in fear of this monster until friday.
If I don't survive, I'd like to be buried with my laptop and some oreos.
UPDATE:
TRAPS ARE SET.
NOW WE WAIT.
Last edited by grrrawr; 03-18-2013 at 08:16 PM.
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