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Nooo...he... noooo...did he?
Posted by: Carrie | January 27, 2006 at 12:03
There is nothing more inconvenient than losing one's testicles.
Posted by: doobyus | January 27, 2006 at 14:09
Crap. Then again, without an opposing thumb, he wouldn't have had much luck with velcro.
Posted by: bhd | January 27, 2006 at 15:36
Perhaps he was mugged.
Posted by: pops | January 27, 2006 at 16:53
Oh, dear. He must be very... er frustrated.
Posted by: Margaret | January 27, 2006 at 22:14
MEE-OUCH!
Posted by: Smitty | January 27, 2006 at 22:41
yeouch - I hate when that happens.
Posted by: schlabby | January 27, 2006 at 23:12
Send that doc to Pasadena would ya?
Posted by: Jay | January 27, 2006 at 23:56
I got all excited when I saw the title... I actually did catch a mouse in my house last week. I live in an old house in the woods, but I haven't had mice until now (it's been 5 months). But I got one on a Thursday, then didn't find it until Monday, because I was gone. Talk about disgusting. Die, ALL mice, die!
Posted by: Heather | January 31, 2006 at 21:27