Mouse on the line
Well, he moved. And the blood won’t be rushing to his head any more.
Well, he moved. And the blood won’t be rushing to his head any more.
Who knew white goods could have existential moments.
The Mouse had to wash the green out, then got hung up to dry. He was sedated for most of the process, but now he’s woken up he’s becoming argumentative again.
I guess we should be glad we’ve only got the one, some poor bastard in Russia had a whole pack of them invade his office.