The Misadventures of S.M.U.G.!

For those of you imbeciles who are unaware of what S.M.U.G. is, it is the dances that Tim Thompson, Michael Hill, and I Dj. We oft go on adventures, and thus I thought it a capital idea if I were to share them with you, in the form of occasional, spiratic mini-sodes so to speak.

EPISODE 1: DISEASED MAMAL

We, the gang, were out enjoying ourselves when upon entering my garage, we did find a rodent that had passed away. It's death was the unfortunate occurrence of a harmful substance entering it's body. POISONING! Clearly the work of the matriarchal dictator ruling said garage attached to previously unsaid house. MY MOTHER! The dead rodent, a common field mouse, was exceptionally winsome. After procuring a protective glove upon my left hand, I proceeded to pick it up. It was cuter up close.

Out of respect to our fallen comrade, we decided on a proper burial. In a field, known as 'The Moon', near my place of residence, we dug a hole. In the hole we placed the dead mouse, inside his cardboard coffin, into the ground. Tears were shed, good words were shared, and so the ceremony ended. And thus concludes this adventure.