Disgusting, Yet Funny in meh...

  • May 1, 2015, 4:22 p.m.
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I was reminded about a situation that happened many years ago.

My niece came to visit for the weekend once. At that time in her life, she had some…let’s say issues. I would get her and love on her because her mother was busy chasing happiness she still has yet to find.

We had been out grocery shopping. My son was maybe 2 or 3. At some point as we entered the kitching, I never paid attention to him laying on the floor. He did that often so it was nothing to me. Around that time my cousin came to visit. It was then that my niece picked up my son because he had been trying to pick up a mouse by it’s tail. She said something about it and as a chick with not many fears, I HATE MICE! So I was about to jump on the kitchen table. My cousin decided we were going to be tough and get the mouse. Yeah okay. So we get the younger kids out of the room. We start moving stuff around and my niece was like a Zulu tribesman. She grabbed a fork, I was on the other side of the kitchen with a broom and screaming and my cousin was like, supervising or some shit.

Maaaan, she cornered the thing and started jabbing and finally got it. During all the jabbing again the yelling and screaming and then she turned around with it on the fork.
I recoiled and jumped back and screamed and she asked, “Where do you want me to put it?” I screamed, “Put it in the bag!! Put it in the damn bag!!” She went to scrape the mouse off the fork. I was like “OH HELL NO! Throw all that shit away!” No amount of washing…HELLFIRE would not be enough for me to use that fork again.

We got a good laugh out of that later on that day mainly because I was out of control. I had to apologize for saying that stuff in front of my mother, even though she was laughing at the time, too.

One of my online personalities name is “Snicket”. I chose it because I don’t do anything, yet shit seems to happen. All of my events aren’t unfortunate, but they are events.
Like this. LOL

Respectfully yours,
Sister


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