You'd fit right in at the office of one of my clients. A couple of weeks ago I was over there working on a network problem, and they're all standing around the front desk googly and whacked out. This office is all women - well, there is one guy, but his screensaver is men in bikini swim trunks, if you get my drift.
Turns out there's a huge dead rat out on their front lawn, and I mean HUGE. This thing was the size of a poodle. "PLEASE, Russ, can you get rid of it for us?" You should have seen the look on their faces when I walked outside, picked it up, carried it over and tossed it in the dumpster. One almost threw up.
Russ, NCNE >>
ah, rat retrival and disposal services, how much extra did that add to your billable hours that day ?
Too late, the girlfriend already knows, that's why I was under pressure to get rid of the damn thing. In fact, she helped dispose of him I had her hold a hefty bag, while I grabbed a broom and swept his dead ass into the bag. I then proceeded to carry him out and put him in the trash can. Fortunately the trash pickup is on Tuesday. It was pretty gross when I picked up the bag and could feel his dead weight, along with the thought of carrying around a dead mouse. I'm glad that's over with! Man, I feel like a giant pussbag, but I really hate mice!
what if it wasn't dead. Maybe it was just laying there waiting for you to get close so it can attack and bite your head off like the rabbit from monty python
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