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CETTE SOURIS FOUTUE

And then a couple of hours later, after the laughter of Bob had died down, we piled into a meeting room that was too small to have us all around the central table so some of us had to sit against the walls. I positioned myself nicely by the meeting room PC.

The manager began to speak and started to use the wireless telescopic mouse on the central table to navigate around the PC (which was being projected onto the wall). He didn’t realise that the conventional mouse attached to the PC had not been unplugged and therefore was still functioning too. And it was right in front of me.

And so for the next two and a half hours, I had ENORMOUS fun in moving the mouse slightly when he was trying to click on certain buttons, winning the occasional tut and a tap of his mouse. And then, after making him click on things he didn’t want to click on, hover over things he didn’t want to hover over and highlight things he didn’t want to highlight, he gave his mouse a heavy, angered SLAM on the table and muttered “cette souris foutue” which means “this fcuking mouse!”