they dont compare...

from a conversation joey and i had the other night:

me: last night, at one in the morning, i was sitting on my kitchen floor with a flashlight, drawers pulled out of my cabinet, shining the light into a little hole in the back near the floor, watching these little nasty furry rodents poke their nasty little heads out and sniff the air.

joey: hahahahha. rat bastards.

me: i bought some traps and some poison. one trap snapped, but no mouse.

joey: that's so inhumane. i can't believe you.

me: i got another type of trap that traps them in a clear box but wont kill them. it doesnt work either.

joey: what would you expect with a house full of junk?

me: youre right. it shouldnt come as a surprise. my place should be rat heaven.

joey: HIPSTERATS

me: yeah, hipsterats. thats great.

joey: are they wearing chuck taylors? sipping on lady grey tea?

me: one of them had on a scarf and bellbottoms. the other had tight jeans and a ramones t shirt.
they are so loud in the walls...i wonder if they are riding little vintage mouse bicycles in there?

joey: vespas.

me: yes!!! they are riding little vespas in my walls!