So we have this piece of shit dog. Its small and yaps. When I say small I mean even a fragile, rotting pound cat is bigger. It yaps like a whiny bitch would, if Ashlee Simpson as a child, well, hell, the same as now, were ever in a hissy fit and could morph into a dog, she would sound like the thing I live with. So I'm on my way upstairs and I
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