Last night while cleaning the kitchen, I had yet another mouse, this time caught in a snap trap. No follow-on execution needed this time.

It is a full-scale offensive!

I feel like a real life version of the game Mouse Trap is going on in Hoff's house.

The internet is a strange place. They have even calculated how small a Who from Horton Hears a Who would be (the answer? 12.75 picometers, or about 1/4 of the diameter of a hydrogen atom).

tantalizing conversation as always.

Indeed, bigboob.

Yes, quite.

But we've got the biggest, Bobs of them all!

Oh - we've got big Bobs, (and he's just itching to tell you about phlegm), we've got big Bobs...

Some Bobs for charity
And some for fancy dress...

But when they're held for pleasure,
They're the Bobs that I like best.
And my Bobs are always bouncing,
To the left and to the right.
It's my belief that my big Bobs should be held every night.

I am not sure I understand.

Are you serious and really don't understand? Or are you being LPCerious?

Styx is too soft to understand. What a renegade.

You know that's just going to get that song stuck in vlad's head, and he'll blame me for that.

So will I.

I am not sure I understand.