First Murder

I was going for a dramatic title but hope it wasnt a bit too dramatic but it is true... Well i went to the bathroom today morning around 9{ *didnt go to school*} when i thought i saw somthing move{*background music-serious drama*}. On futher inspection i saw it was a little rat {*i mean seriously small, like a 5-year old kids fist*} and immediately{Aww so cute, hit it, it is the rat u were hunting for *a rat had entered ou house and was biting off everything*} the battle began i took the broom in my hand and went on swinging at the rat{ a swing and a miss}. Two or three times later i hit it like a puck in ice hockey, it squeled and hit the wall and it died{Shit u comitted ur first murder, nah killed plenty of fly's before, but this is different, it bit through ur badmintin racket, it got wat it deserved, hell yeah} I showed it to mom who threw it out and a cat ate it.

Today my uncle came and told my dad about how a collegue of his in a huge seminar accidently showed a porno and he and my dad were laughing {I overheard them}. Then i realised somthing, no matter how old we get, no matter what happens, we will still say the same old stories, we will make the same old crappy jokes and will still laugh at them.
So in the end friends are very important.
-Sameed'weasel/brownie/panda/goldie...'Ahmed