Julie got a new trash can. This is the third one in the past year. I just don't know what it is going to take for her to get it through her thick head that I can get into any trash can on the market. It all boils down to the simple fact that I have time on my side.
The reason I have so much time, is that Orange Effer hasn't been spotted lately. I think he joined a street gang to be honest with you. The next time I see the Orange One, he is going to be wearing a bandana around his head and a wife beater and baggy jeans. Gangs are an epidemic in the central valley you know.
Brad is watching Deadliest Catch. He says it is too hot for me to go for a walk. Exsqueeze me? I am from the desert. I was born in Lake Havasu on a hot summer day in July. Do I like the heat? No. HOWEVER, I get really ticked if I don't get my walk, because I need to keep my presence known in the neighborhood. Dogs walk by my house and slow down and look for me. I am a badass and they know it, and fear it. If I could thump my chest right now, I would.
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not sure what gang that cat would belong to (shedder effers?)..."walkies" as the Brits would call them, are important parts of a pooch's day, and you need to strut yo stuff, you be "representin", showing you got no junk in yo trunk...that's about as hip as I can type...hope you don't do no taggin', what would your tag be I wonder? (SCMB (shiny coated ...etc. etc.)?
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