There is a mouse in my house. Today he is less of a mouse than yesterday. Where there used to be four there is now one less. the cost of some peanut butter turned out to be high. A 3 legged mouse is now in my house.
I fear he is plotting my demise or he is dead in the floorboards
I'm used to comments and flirting and the like, but I've never been fondled before. It was this weird conglomeration of funny/shocking/unbelievable/violating.
It's probably my fault though, because, well, I have such a fine ass.