
All I can imagine is a little haven for the pantry mice. They come in, nibble the graham, and then relieve their bowels. "Ah, this is the life," they must say as I bite into their urine-drenched graham. "Take that, Davau!" their little mouse voices repeat in my head. I keep trying to reassure myself that that was just the way that the graham crackers came out of the factory and that the one graham cracker really was just stale. One can only hope.
Mmm, imagine the nutrients.
ReplyDeletehehe... you ate mice excrement... yum!
ReplyDeleteDisgusting! I can't believe that David would actually kiss you after that. =)
ReplyDeleteBTW, your blog is way cute! I love it! =)
ReplyDeleteYou guys belong together. I love you both so much!
ReplyDeleteWere you quoting "Babe," cuz that's funny.
ReplyDeleteWhy don't you read my blog? I think you guys hate me.
Yes, I was quoting Babe. Stupid mice.
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