Be me

>be me
>be watching a movie with my family
>mouse shows up out of fucking no where
>mom is terrified and dad was sleeping
>mom says
>''user KILL IT!''
>i sigh and get up to kill it
>the fucker keeps running
>i chase him for about an hour
>until he just... gives up.
>I've already injured him
>he just stares up at awaiting death
>i look into his eyes
>hes crying
>i feel so bad for him
>i pick him up and take him to my room
>he becomes my pet, i feed him and play with
him
>be beta virgin at the time (14)
>parents thought i killed him months ago
>hes a pretty clean mouse
>one day i decide to take my mouse outside
>i wear a jacket and put him inside
>go on bus and sit next to 8/10 qt
>mouse keeps making squeaky noises
>girl starts looking at me
>I play it off
>mouse crawls out of jacket
>girl..isn't scared
>she thought he was cute
>starts playing with him
>me and girl eventually start dating
>mfw a mouse a reason i got a gf

If this is real 10/10

Wholesome post user. I like it.

Is this the plot of Stuart Little?

snippy?

made my day a bit better, thanks OP

Mice seem really nice.

How do you chase a mouse for an hour before it finds its way back outside or inside your walls.

This strange sensation has awoken inside me upon entering this thread.
It's brought upon me a rise in temperature.
Some positive tingling feeling near my cardiac muscles.
An inverted frown upon my face.
A banishment of my familiar stresses.
A sort of forgiveness for wrongs against me.
What is this?

thx4sharing op

Goodshit OP

Well done OP, well done

This post makes me feel good. I have a story too.
>Go to the store for groceries and stuff I needed to buy.
>See a family sized box of cheez-its because I'm a fat fuck who can't control his impulse buys.
>Eat the whole fucking thing.
>Fast forward to the day after tomorrow. Work for 9 hours that day.
>Come home after riding public transport. Feel like there's a lead core in my body.
>Finally get home.
>Run to the bathroom, zooming past my faggot roommate, probably writing gay poetry or something.
>slam the door shut.
>Sit my ass down.
>Feel an invisible force making my brown eye do it's best impersonation of goatse.
>I do my best to push the turd out.
>I'm moaning and panting. Tears in my eye. My roommate tells me to shit the fuck up.
>After screaming like Goku achieving super saiyan, I feel a wave of relief and pressure as the battle is over.
>I catch my breath and wipe myself I get up to look at my work.
>Mfw I gave birth to Ben Grimm.

......I want to make a children's book out of this

thank you for story

You're high, dude!

Nah, I wanna make a kids' book about this actually...

Well done

mouse bro

hope he had good life

mouse still alive today?

This is why I dont kill any animals

>shit the fuck up.