There are some things I cannot talk about
âDonât tell them about the miceâ says Herself the other night.
âWhat the fuck are you on about woman? Who? What mice?â I replied.
âOn that web thing of yours. Donât tell them about the mice.â
âBut there are no mice that I can tell them about?â
âI know that and you know that, but we donât want people thinking we have mice in the house.â
âWhat does it matter what people think?â
âIf people think we have mice in the house, they will think we are dirty and donât clean properly.â
âFor fuckâs sake! I couldnât give a shite what people think about us, or our house. If they think we are dirty then itâs no skin off my nose. Anyway, mice will come into a house because it is comfortable, and there might be a bit of food around. It has nothing to do with dirt. I donât know what you are on about because I havenât seen a mouse around here for months.â
âLookâ says she, âI just donât want people getting the impression that we have mice around the place. OK?â
âOk.â
âYou promise you wonât mention the mice?â
âOK.â
âOr the spiders?â
âOK.â
âOr the rat?â
âOK.â
âSay it!â
âI promise not to mention the mice or any of the others.â
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Itâs a pity about that promise.
Thereâs a rather cute little fella sitting on the window sill watching me type this.
But I canât tell you about it.
Don’t mention the mouse in the room.
The one with the elephant hiding behind it?
Add a cat to your menagerie. Sandy wouldn’t mind. Minnie might though . . .
No thanks. I have enough trouble with you moggie teasing Sandy. One of these days, I’m just going to quietly open the door……  Heh!
You cannot have mice. No way! You never get mice where there are rats.
Thought you might like this one.
“where a brand is so recognisable that consumers can be reminded of a product without actually seeing it.”
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/sport/formula_1/article7111124.ece
Sneezy – Well, maybe it wasn’t a rat? Maybe it was another guinea pig? Or a very large mouse? Or the nighbour’s grey cat?
Johnie – That is un-fucking-believable!! They want to ban bar codes now? I have seen it all.
Groandad- why the sudden article about meeces? Are them make-up ladies from the Blog Awards still after you?
And the mousey article is like a warding off of the evil (but lovely) girls a bit like you’d hang garlic up to keep Fianna Fail canvassers away?
I’m telling yiz, Groandad. You’ll be bundled into a car some night and be found wandering the Wicklow hills dazed but with a terrific foundation and just the necessary breath of mascara.
They are on to you. I’d not be in your Jimmy Choo’s for love nor money.
Be careful, Walt Disney will sue if you keep talking about a mouse. They own the copy right.
Con – Them young make-up wimmin are more than welcome here any time. I’d soon show them what a real man wants from a real woman, and it has fuck all to do with mascara. 😈
Jim C – Walt Disney can fuck off. If he owns all mice then I will sue him for trespass. Fair enough?
Groandad Con â Them young make-up wimmin are more than welcome here any time. Iâd soon show them what a real man wants from a real woman, and it has fuck all to do with mascara.
You want them to make your dinner?
Maybe afterwards?
Haha I agree with herself! Makes you sound dirty but I know otherwise. One scooted across the floor the other day little devil. He’s now a little dessicated!
I like mice. Probably goes back to when my mother explained to me that the family under the floorboards were just like us except they were mice.
Holemaster – Are you sure she didn’t say ‘nice’?