I'm subletting from a friend this summer. Apparently the apartment came complete with a mouse. It pooped on my desk. Brandon Walsh saw it last night scampering around.
I really do not want to live with a mouse.
But he's so tiny and cute, I also do not want to kill him.
I shall name him Barrister. And he shall poop on my desk and help me understand the mens rea for all the different murders. Until I get up the courage to do him in.
2 comments:
As you know, this is the story of my life. WELCOME. Say hi to your mouse for me.
Whatever next? ...a pooping mouse... can't you negotiate with him? ;-)
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