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When have you had to be brave when all you've wanted to do was weep like a blubber-titted bitch?
Tell us so we can judge you.
via Smash Monkey
( , Thu 1 Aug 2013, 17:36)
When have you had to be brave when all you've wanted to do was weep like a blubber-titted bitch?
Tell us so we can judge you.
via Smash Monkey
( , Thu 1 Aug 2013, 17:36)
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I have no guilt at all for this:
This was when I was working in the Falklands
Put a bit of a Tunnocks caramel bar in a plastic bag.
Tack the bag upright to the wall.
The mouse will get into the bag. When you hear it rustling, hold the bag closed and slam it against the wall a few times.
No more mouse.
/Is well experienced in mouse hunting.
The corridor we used to live in was infested. Sometimes I'd be woken up in the middle of the night by a mouse crawling across my face. One night I'd bought a pack of Tunnocks from the NAAFI and just chucked the bag on the bedside table before going out to get drunk. I get back, go to bed and get woken by a rustling noise. A mouse had got into the bag and was scoffing my Tunnocks bars. A couple of slams against the wall did the trick.
The tacking the bag upright against the wall thing came later after we found mice climbing into the bin in our lounge which was just a binbag pinned to a wall beam with the bottom of the bag about a foot off the floor. The little fuckers could get in but not back out.
( , Tue 6 Aug 2013, 19:48, Reply)
This was when I was working in the Falklands
Put a bit of a Tunnocks caramel bar in a plastic bag.
Tack the bag upright to the wall.
The mouse will get into the bag. When you hear it rustling, hold the bag closed and slam it against the wall a few times.
No more mouse.
/Is well experienced in mouse hunting.
The corridor we used to live in was infested. Sometimes I'd be woken up in the middle of the night by a mouse crawling across my face. One night I'd bought a pack of Tunnocks from the NAAFI and just chucked the bag on the bedside table before going out to get drunk. I get back, go to bed and get woken by a rustling noise. A mouse had got into the bag and was scoffing my Tunnocks bars. A couple of slams against the wall did the trick.
The tacking the bag upright against the wall thing came later after we found mice climbing into the bin in our lounge which was just a binbag pinned to a wall beam with the bottom of the bag about a foot off the floor. The little fuckers could get in but not back out.
( , Tue 6 Aug 2013, 19:48, Reply)
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