Friday, April 3, 2009


K returns home to inform me while waiting to be seated at a restaurant tonight, a small mouse scurried across the floor near her, leading a group of girls to run screaming out of the restaurant. She followed suit and left immediately, along with several other couples, and headed as far away as possible. The restaurant shall remain anonymous as to not tarnish its otherwise spotless record and impeccable image around the community. Hint: It's not Chuck E. Cheese.

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