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Here's a little story, told in conversation with my friend, Frank, about what happened to me tonight after I got home from a local bar tonight.


Me:
Can you cut off my fingers for me? Please????
Just a few!



Frank:
that's gross


Me:
I scarred myself tonight. That stinky little mouse carcass scarred me.
I can still feel where I touched it
My fingers are soiled forever!



Frank:
hahahaha
eeeeeek a mouse



Me:
It was more like "OOHHH GAAAWWWD DEAD BODYYYY!!!"
I was reaching behind my car seat, thinking I left food in it to cause the smell...then I felt something odd



Frank:
oooooohhhh TAHs a nightmare


Me:
touched it again and thought it was something moldy, grabbed a plastic bag and picked it up...looked at it and I died a little inside.
it wasn't mold...IT WAS FUR
TINY DEAD, STINKY MOUSE
After I tied the bag, I sat in my car for a bit and shouted and flailed in horror.
XD



Frank:
thats a movie moment
thats what lifes all about



Me:
I grabbed my hand sanitizer for some sort of relief
then washed my hands for forever in the bathroom...I still feel soiled
my right ring finger in particular feels the need to be chopped off.
I also smelled my fingers after I touched it the first time. XD FUCK
I smelled dead mouse!!!
hahahahahaha


Frank:
damn.
thanks for the bedtime story


Me:
You're welcome. My pleasure!




Yea...my car had developed a slight funk that got really bad in the past couple of days...I investigated, thinking I may have forgotten some food in a bag or tupperware, but I was wrong...DEAD wrong.