Tales About Tails: A Mouse in My House

We gots mice.  They come and go, presumably to eat poison, then burrow through walls and die.  When I was little, I would put pieces of food (Rice Krispie squares, carrots, etc) under my bed in hopes of attracting a mouse that I would befriend and then dress in Barbie clothes.  Not as cute as I had hoped.  Reality is a real bitch.  Bitchy mice.  Bitches.

Be Prepared: How the West Was ... Lost

This is what happens when you don't get what you want but you still want to make a point like a whiney baby:

Typical dumb-dumbs.  Lucky for ME, Roommate and I built a bunker (our basement suite) and stock piled our rations and made nice with the mice.  BRING ON THE RAPTURE!

And Ode to Dash: She & I Could Make a Bike Romance

This isn't a funny cartoon, but it's pretty, right?  Right!?  And don't think I won't do it, marry my bike!  You don't know me!  I could very well be some kind of objectophile!  But alas, I am not, and my other bike might get jealous and I love them both equally.  So this is just a nice thought.

Bummer: A Lack of Class Regarding Ass

So.... I'm running low on ideas these days.  Good ones anyways.  This one is kind of funny.  If you're a 12 year old boy.