so, what is reason number ten?

reason #10. i almost stepped in your dogs shit that was on my fucking front lawn, that YOU "forgot" to pick up.(or your dog was running wild in the streets and convienently decided to choose our lawn as it's personal toilet.

reason #11. i STEPPED in your dogs shit!

oh, i could go on, but i'll make it brief today. i know who's dog it is. and if it continues, i will be amassing

it in a bag and placing it on your front porch. fucker!

the only thing greater than that is ringing your doorbell and lighting the bag on fire. ha ha ha ha ha...but seriously, only if they lived in an apt building. well, that wouldn't be good now would it? esp. if the whole place burned down.

so, why am i so cursed? fuck if i know. i had to scoop up more shit, a few days ago when i cut the lawn. luckily, i check the ground for sticks and garbage(and i guess shit now too) before i fire up the lawn mower. or there would have been a bad shit spraying scene at my house. and i wouldn't have been a happy camper.

THAT'S why i hate dogs. plus they smell, they bark incessantly, they drool all over you, they also try to hump you, (big or small it doesn't matter) and they are maniacs who bite. possibly the biggest reason why i hate them are some of the assholes who own dogs. you know who you are. tough guys who think they are tough by owning one.

well if panthers were tame enough to have as kitty cats, i'd be a tough guy too, and i'd walk my cat proudly down the street and NO ONE would fuckin' say a peep.

ah, i've vented. hope you all have a very pleasant weekend. i'm off to the burgh to visit MY special 'lil kitten(that walks on two legs)

and i realize these last few entries have been littered with profanities. well, too fuckin' bad. just kiddin', i will tone it down, for the faint of heart. *ppppllllllffffffffttttt*

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