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| One time I went crazy |
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| Then one time we dogsat another dog |
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| Wee and skwee |
Since the Beast and I are on our own for a bit, I've neglected to wash him. He smells pretty bad, but I like it.
Last night he dropped a big ol deuce on a school field, and as I was bending down to pick it up (lest small children fall on the feces and cry) he unleashed a lightning-quick flurry of shit-kicks. Broken dogshit loglets went cartwheeling to all points of the compass, and then he looked up at me and smiled. What a huge little bastard.
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