She's doing it again.

She's coming home smelling like dog. And I'm pretty sure I know which dog now, too. The other day I was looking out the back window, just minding my own freaking business, and this yappy little thing came out of nowhere and started growling at me.

Yeah, big brave doggy.

If she's brings him home, there will be a revolt.
And the revolt will involve things coming out of my body.
From both ends.
I swear.

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