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Ok, so its 5.30am, and we’re in bed. I was drunk after spending all day in the pub (I had a joint 30th birthday party with a mate on Saturday, we were continuing the party and my brother was up. Good friends, good company, good times, so sue me.)
Anyhoo, I was woken up by my girlfriend jumping out of bed and saying “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!?!”
Me being half asleep and recovering from a really weird dream feels this “thing” moving down my leg. Cue cold shiver and the hair on the back of my neck standing on end.
I didn’t jump out of bed, but slowly and fearfully reached down to grab this hairy thing. I lifted it up, looked into its face and said: -
(semi coherently)
“Why is there a rat in the bed??????????????”
Turns out one of the two we keep had escaped as I hadn’t locked the cage up properly, has had full run of the house, climbed the stairs and climbed into bed with us.
I swear, looking into her face, she was giving me a big “HIYA!” style look, while squeaking away, as happy as a rat can be.
Not ideally what you want at 5.30am on a Sunday night…………………...
Anyhoo, I was woken up by my girlfriend jumping out of bed and saying “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!?!”
Me being half asleep and recovering from a really weird dream feels this “thing” moving down my leg. Cue cold shiver and the hair on the back of my neck standing on end.
I didn’t jump out of bed, but slowly and fearfully reached down to grab this hairy thing. I lifted it up, looked into its face and said: -
(semi coherently)
“Why is there a rat in the bed??????????????”
Turns out one of the two we keep had escaped as I hadn’t locked the cage up properly, has had full run of the house, climbed the stairs and climbed into bed with us.
I swear, looking into her face, she was giving me a big “HIYA!” style look, while squeaking away, as happy as a rat can be.
Not ideally what you want at 5.30am on a Sunday night…………………...
English_Bloke wrote:
> If only you had been lying on your front…you could have been rat-assed
> in more then one way.
>
> BOOM-BOOM!
You calling me Richard Gere? ;)
> If only you had been lying on your front…you could have been rat-assed
> in more then one way.
>
> BOOM-BOOM!
You calling me Richard Gere? ;)
If only you had been lying on your front…you could have been rat-assed in more then one way.
BOOM-BOOM!
BOOM-BOOM!
Heheh. Reminds me of an episode of Frasier where Martin wakes up from a dream where he was in bed with a beautiful woman with bad breath who was licking his face.
Black Glove wrote:
> It's not as uncommon as you think: many women report waking up at 5:30
> on a Sunday morning with a rat in their bed.
Yes. And drink is ALWAYS involved.
> It's not as uncommon as you think: many women report waking up at 5:30
> on a Sunday morning with a rat in their bed.
Yes. And drink is ALWAYS involved.
It's not as uncommon as you think: many women report waking up at 5:30 on a Sunday morning with a rat in their bed.
id have been more impressed if it was a baby elephant
Now if it was a street rat (SCOUNDREL!), then I'd have been a bit more impressed. :D
Still though, rather good.
Still though, rather good.
Ok, so its 5.30am, and we’re in bed. I was drunk after spending all day in the pub (I had a joint 30th birthday party with a mate on Saturday, we were continuing the party and my brother was up. Good friends, good company, good times, so sue me.)
Anyhoo, I was woken up by my girlfriend jumping out of bed and saying “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!?!”
Me being half asleep and recovering from a really weird dream feels this “thing” moving down my leg. Cue cold shiver and the hair on the back of my neck standing on end.
I didn’t jump out of bed, but slowly and fearfully reached down to grab this hairy thing. I lifted it up, looked into its face and said: -
(semi coherently)
“Why is there a rat in the bed??????????????”
Turns out one of the two we keep had escaped as I hadn’t locked the cage up properly, has had full run of the house, climbed the stairs and climbed into bed with us.
I swear, looking into her face, she was giving me a big “HIYA!” style look, while squeaking away, as happy as a rat can be.
Not ideally what you want at 5.30am on a Sunday night…………………...
Anyhoo, I was woken up by my girlfriend jumping out of bed and saying “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!?!”
Me being half asleep and recovering from a really weird dream feels this “thing” moving down my leg. Cue cold shiver and the hair on the back of my neck standing on end.
I didn’t jump out of bed, but slowly and fearfully reached down to grab this hairy thing. I lifted it up, looked into its face and said: -
(semi coherently)
“Why is there a rat in the bed??????????????”
Turns out one of the two we keep had escaped as I hadn’t locked the cage up properly, has had full run of the house, climbed the stairs and climbed into bed with us.
I swear, looking into her face, she was giving me a big “HIYA!” style look, while squeaking away, as happy as a rat can be.
Not ideally what you want at 5.30am on a Sunday night…………………...