If You Give a Mouse a Cookie...
If you give a Mouse a cookie...
He's going to want a few more. After all, it's buy two get the third half off, so you have to buy in bulk.
After his fifth cookie, the Mouse gets an upset stomach, so he pops a few Alka-Seltzer. The Alka-Seltzer wears off after a few hours, so he takes a few Tums...
The next day the Mouse experiences heartburn, sweatiness stomach pains, and lightheadedness. He takes Advil and checks WebMD...
WedMD says he could have gastroesophageal reflux disease, an uncomfortable disease that could lead to vomiting blood. He quickly rushes to the store to buy Omeprazole, and while he's there he picks up vitamin tablets and calcium supplements...
The Mouse begins to feel better, and continues to eat these cookies. He goes to Costco and buys massive boxes of them, stocking up his cabinets...
Over the next few weeks Mouse begins to not only gain weight, but also experiences constipation, chest pain, and difficulty breathing and seeing. WebMD says it could be sickle cell disease or glaucoma, but his doctor prescribes him blood thinners, suspecting small blood clots...
The Vicodin causes constipation, and the mouse is diagnosed with Irritable Bowel Syndrome, and put on Miralax..Although the blood thinners stop the chest pains and difficulty breathing, Mouse still experiences constipation, weight gain, and the occasional erectile dysfunction. He begins to slip into depression, eating more cookies and gaining more weight. He takes diet pills, but they don't work and only serve to raise his blood pressure. Mouse grows anxious, starts smoking cigarettes, and begins slipping into depression...
Mouse attends therapy sessions and is given anti-depressants. To be cautious, the doctor tests him for Attention Deficit Disorder, and discovers Mouse is suffering from ADHD. So the doctor prescribes him Adderall...
The Adderall and anti-depressants makes Mouse very tired, so he pops a few caffeine pills to wake him up in the morning. By noon, the caffeine pills have given Mouse a headache, so he takes more Advil to relieve the pain. The side effects of his anti-depressants magnify his erectile dysfunction, so he buys some Viagra. While at the store, he buys some more diet pills and multivitamins...
In time, the headaches turn to migraines that keep him up all night. After seeing his doctor again, he is prescribed Excedrin to counteract the migraines. The Excedrin really helps, but makes it difficult for him to sleep at night, so he still takes caffeine pills.
For a while Mouse feels better, so he buys more cookies because he found a coupon in the newspaper. And you can't have a cookie without milk, so he buys a gallon of that too. On the way to the back of the store, he also re-ups on vitamins, diet pills and cigarettes...
That week, Mouse notices he has started to lose weight, but at the cost of nausea and abdominal pain. WebMD suggests pancreatitis, but his doctor says it's most likely a stomach ulcer due to a combination of smoking cigarettes and high blood pressure from the diet pills. His physician prescribes him powerful antacids, but when the stomach pain continues, he sees a different doctor, who prescribes him Vicodin for the pain...
The Vicodin causes constipation, and the mouse is diagnosed with Irritable Bowel Syndrome, and put on Miralax. The discomfort still keeps Mouse up all night, so he takes two caffeine pills every morning.
In time, Mouse is told he is lactose intolerant and that his stomach pains have been from drinking milk with his cookies. His stomach pains will subside if he no longer consumes dairy products. Miserable that he can no longer eat his precious cheese or drink milk with his cookies, Mouse begins to drink heavily...
After his third DUI, Mouse enters Alcohol Anonymous and attends therapy sessions. By this time, he has stopped taking diet pills and has gained morbid amounts of weight, leading to back problems. Even with increases in Vicodin, he is unable to work and loses his job at the factory...
Determined to lose weight, Mouse becomes anorexic and bulimic, throwing up to make him skinnier. His esophagus is burnt up from the stomach acid, and that, combined with his cigarette smoking, leads to a tumor in his throat. He slips further into depression and develops a drug habit.
Mouse is sent to rehab after a Vicodin overdose. His girlfriend walks in on him blacked out, surrounded by a pool of his own bloody vomit.
During his stay in rehab, a doctor prescribes Mouse medical marijuana for his symptoms. After picking up a bag of Northern Lights, he needs a way to smoke it.
So he buys a bong...
After two bong hits, three joints, and a hash brownie, Mouse no longer has back pain, anxiety, and stomach pains. His blood pressure remains normal and his anorexia is extinguished. After a few months, doctors see that his throat tumor has subsided, and after chemotherapy he is completely healed...
And at this point, all he wants is a cookie.





















21 Comments
You smoke entirely too much ganja.
So today's lesson is, don't give baked goods to rodents?
Given the unoriginality of this article for anyone who reads comedy (though you undoubtedly think yourself very clever for concocting it), it strikes me as no coincidence that the most obvious anagram of your last name is "noob arts." I postulate the hypothesis that you are some breed of douchebag noob.
At this point, you may instruct me to effectively "shut the fuck up" and/or "grow some balls," by not posting comments anonymously. Flex your nuts about it. Go on.
Perhaps you'll even get down to this sentence and realize that I'm being satirical.
I think you are confusing your writers. I'm the one who says grow some balls by not posting comments anonymously. I'm sorry you got so confused, I just thought I would clear that up. Incidentally, I am curious what you meant by unoriginality of the article for anyone who reads comedy. I read comedy and didn't see any parallels with this piece, please do enlighten us.
If you have made it this far you may realize that I am being sarcastic, mostly because I am ALWAYS being sarcastic.
;-P
Fucking clever.
Well now, if it ain't the resident sasquatch...
Oh, this spiral device is fairly common in writing. As is the conclusion of comedic irony.
As are sarcastic commentators who act like progenitor denizens.
Life sure is nice in my ivory tower.
I know right? I have long hair. I'm from the Pacific Northwest. I'm tall and well built. Yet no one has ever made that connection before and are still examining old grainy footage of me on a month long camping trip. You are truly unique in your intellect because no one has ever used that insult. Well done on your originality as well.
Oh you meant the spiral humor...I thought you were implying the piece was plagiarized or something. So yeah, he used a comedic delivery that has been done before. So typical, so unoriginal, he should have invented some new form of comedy or something. By the way, good job making fun of his name, I haven't heard anyone do that since 1st grade. Good job bringing back a classic which is basically the same thing as taking something that has been done and making it new and original...again.
Wait, you live in an ivory tower?!? Does that make you a real life princess, or just an uptight elitist? Either way you might want to let down your hair.
;-P
Actually there was an interesting study on sasquatch-like people a few years back in the Journal of Dermatolicical Medicine. There was a feature about research being done on follicular density with a link to the hyperactivity of sebaceous glands. Basically, if an individual was hairy, they had a high statistical likelihood of being oily, and vice versa. They also found that in particularly greasy individuals, acute chromedomium could be induced through the application of fire, and that such agitated creatures could be ridden bareback for several meters.
On a sasquatch-related subject, I once met a polish man with gigantism. He was 10 feet tall! Curiously enough, he also suffered from haphephobia.
Hahahaha, well fortunately my follicular density is confined to my head. Otherwise I am not a hairy guy at all and only shave about once a week. I guess that makes me not so flammable.
I think if I were ten feet tall I wouldn't want to be touched either. Although having everyone be about 4-5 feet shorter than me would make for some hilarious crowd dynamics. Imagine the possibilities!
A 10-foot pole. Wont touch things.
You see why I don't post my humor here, as it is so highly evolved and sophisticated, so subtle, intellectual an far beyond the capacities of lesser "men." That is what happens over time, when sequestered in an ivory tower. Humor beyond all measure. I am working on the unified theory.
Good show, by the way.
It is also no coincidence that a most suitable anagram of your name is "Nailed Retorts."
Good show, chap.
How did we get from cookies to mice to spirals and/or the RINGU cycle and Bigfoot? In all seriousness, I'm something of a Cryptozoology fan and would love some hard Sasquatch evidence. I've pretty much given up on Nessie though...
You see eventually we will end up back on the subject of the initial post. Comedy has a tangent loop. A spiral. Likely originating in an orifice of some kind. It's quite ironic to see it in the comment section of an article which employs the same device. You see the comedy is just superlative. Utterly genius.
Hahaha
You know what else is ironic? The only way someone sequestered in an ivory tower could come "down to earth" would be step by step down a spiral. Of course there is a quicker way but that way they lose every time.
It's been fun for sure.
Thanks.
;-)
Let's avoid the inexorable conclusion that I live in some large, ivory, spiral shaped dildo, which you, among many others, take the liberty of imagining I would ever leave. I suppose that would depend on the usage of said hypothetical dildo. There is a species of spiny upright succulent called "dildo cactus," which makes me wonder if that's what they really meant to call it. Perhaps the cactus came first. Oh yes, observe the implied innuendo. (Does the author have a raised eyebrow?) Let us not foray into the usual crassness of pop-culture one-upman-ship. I dare say I have had quite enough fun for one day, and must remove these bothersome spines from my own asshole.
...and mister "Peter Pan" up there knows exactly what I'm talking about. Wink.
Hahahaha
You know actually I was just pointing out a spiral at the center of the tower metaphor. I wasn't even going "there".
That made me laugh severely though and for that I thank you again.
Have a lovely, lovely day.
;-)
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In my anonymity, I often venture back to the scene of my crimes, to re-read my own comedic proffering, and giggle contemptuously to myself. I surmise that one day I shall implode from the vacuum of my own conceitedness, while atop my ivory-dildo-tower (not unlike the eye of Sauron). I must admit that the latticework near the helm is a bit too gothic for my tastes, and that I won't particularly miss it.
If you are so smart than what are you doing wasting your time on this website when you could be making more money than bill gates. Someone needs to take said ivory tower out of there anal orifice and start doing something with their life.
I love you dry sarcasm! :D Great Job you had me laughing pretty good
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