yesterday my caretaker insisted that I clean out my closet. (She is the one killing my pet mice) Something terrible was hiding in the closet.
THREE BABY MICE STARVED TO DEATH.
They were so tiny. The size of my tiniest fingernail. They were reddish colored. They were laying in torn up Christmas wrapping paper face up. It was the saddest thing I have ever seen in my entire life. She dumped the tiny bodies in the trash. LIKE TRASH!
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that sounds icky but you knew you had to clean out your closet, i am sure, mountain man, you dirty birdy. that picture from last night must have been a premonition of what you would find in the closet. i bet you don't have an infant son. and if you do, i am calling social services to have him taken away. you are too irresponsible to have an infant.
poor baby mice!
Someone should dump you in the trast. By the way, my new album is in stores soon!!
I meant to say TRASH!!! HOW EMBARRASSING!!!
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