Hermione F. Mouse, R.I.P.

I am sad to report that Ms. Hermione F. Mouse passed on to the great kitchen in the sky with Jesus two days ago. She broke her neck licking peanut butter out of a mouse trip. Nothing gave me greater pleasure than dumping her corpse into the trash atop a blown out diaper. Hopefully her homies have gotten the message: Don't fuck with the Norton's kitchen, Beeyotch. THUG LIFE. Holler.