Ohhh my friend I have a funny story to tell you then
I dated a guy who came from a redneck family. One day I came in the house and noticed bullet holes all over the house. I asked what happened here, WWIII??
So my boyfriend at the time told me what happened:
His mom saw a mouse, so she jumped on top of the table screaming like a banche, and J her husband, was drunk off his @ss and hated to see his dear wife in such distress. So what does he do??? he grabs the pistol and started trailing the mouse around the house with bullets. The mouse always stayed one inch ahead of the bullets. Of course his wife, was utterly hysterical at this time because bullets were flying everywhere and the mouse was darting everywhere else. Eventualy, the mouse won... J ran out of ammo.
So I hope that cheers u up...it could always be worse. True story too, you cant make this stuff up,
Jojo
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