Orange Effer dared to show his ugly orange face yesterday. That cat is pitiful. He walked right up to the far side of my sliding glass door, waited, waited, and then dashed to the other side like a frightened little fluff ball instead of the evildoer that he really is. I tell you, Orange Effer will NOT be the death of me. Oh he tries, he really, really tries, but, I, Howard, am in control of this battle.
Speaking of battles, the little rat dog next door had his shock collar removed and it is on like Donkey Kong! I fought through the fence this afternoon like the ear blowin'-out good old days. What do I care if I blow out another ear? I'm old...ears are a bonus at my age.
Julie got a new Oreck vacuum cleaner. It is red. I take it as a challenge...it is the red cape, and I am the bull. Oh yes. I will conquer the Red Effer.
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I wish you could take on my effers Howard....how I wish I could have the chance to blow my ear out yelling at them....!...you should have an Effer of the Month award, you have so many vexing your life....what if the orange effer was standing right next to the water delivery effer and then the rat dog next door strolled up? all 3 at the same time!!...you would blow out both ears, probably an internal organ or two, and a couple of pooch hernias, and then just kind of explode inside the efferosity blast radius... but it would be a glorious way to go out!
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