Ok so it&#39;s 10 pm, I am on the phone with Carnival, begging to be told we&#39;ve been upgraded and I feel something fuzzy under my toes, under my desk.....I look down, do a bit of a scream and jump up and dance routine and see a dead mouse. He chewed on a few wires, and fried himself...<br />
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No wonder the puter hasn&#39;t been working properly &#33;&#33;&#33;<br />
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I need a cold beer&#33;