so it's a quartre to three in the morning.
I was just about to turn the light out and go to sleep,
when out the corner of my eye, i spot the mouse..
He spots me,
and quickly decides to run for cover..under my cellies
bed. His usual escape plan..
As i can't sleep,
tonight i am tempted to alert my partner to the unwanted
guest taking residence under his sleeping quarters..
I've been drinking a lot of coffee today,
and i'm sure that watching him trash the cell trying
"That sneaky n****r"
Would be rather amusing..
Last time he thought he saw Topo Gigio, i was awoken
to the sight of him swinging the broom around like the star
wars kid, wrecking all the shelves and making a biblically epic mess..
..swearing profusely. The broom must have touched every single
surface in the cell.
To no avail.
"That sneaky n****r's buggin if he thinks i ain't gon break him up"
I'll be honest,
the sight of a mouse getting 'broken up' is not something i want to see.
I witnessed a 7 foot tall individual,
who has more than a striking resemblance to Kimbo Slice,
stamp in a very big rat in the kitchen a few weeks back..
..The only thing that made that incident funny was the huge grin gleaming
from underneath his beard. Other than that it was pretty mank seeing a
splatted rat in the middle of the kitchen floor..Just a crumpled mass of hair and blood..
On that note,
i think i'll just go to sleep..i personally don't got no beef with Topo Gigio,
Hopefully when i'm not in the cell..as of right now, i don't really feel the
need to pull a Don King and inititate a battle royale at three in the fucking morning..