Ok, Cass, but here is the recap: A mouse is in terrible, terminal pain because Em stomped on it and now she is complaining about how her foot hurts.
Oh, man, I skipped over this so fast that I only saw that Gus was teasing me for the foot thing. I didn't even see that he just LIED about how I hurt it!
I didn't stomp on a mouse. I was an accessory to its being thrown off a balcony, and I'm very conflicted about it. But I did no stomping.
I just watched this week's CSI. Can someone answer a question: Who was
the chic who came to see Nick?
Was
she involved with his burial thing
?
My dad killed a rat once with a fondue fork. This was in the 70's when fondue and bikini underwear on men were both in vogue, and I have retina-searing images of my dad racing through the house in pursuit of a rat, clad in bright blue bikinis and brandishing the fondue fork.
sharing IS caring, Truds.
Erin, have you ever had fondue since?
to my shame, yes. Pointy things, chocolate...how can I resist? Hell, I'd probably eat the rat, if it were dipped in sweet chocolate...
he took a cheap Bic-type pen, removed the middle pen part, took a strong string and ran a loop of the string through the empty pen, so one end of the pen had a loop of string sticking out and the other end had the ends of the string sticking out. Then he put the mouse's head through the loop and pulled hard, breaking the neck.
Was he an artist?
No, seriously. That's the kind of thinking that sounds exactly like several artists I used to know.
English majors use hammers. There's a lesson here somewhere.
Cool. My posts are being blocked. I can say anything I want to.
eta: Crap. Right when I finally get someone who feels my artist frustration, the board makes me an idiot.