It’s a theory about people and their pets banging, but not strictly in an inter species way. That would be weird. It could also be about the noise pots and pans make when they rattle around in the backseat of your car under the feculent blanket concealing the dead hooker you “found” on the side …
And I don’t mean mustard. There’s a weird piece of crud on the floor that looks like either a Rice Krispy or a turd from a mouse. These things are not interchangeable–tasty marshmallow treats made from mouse excrement are not very enjoyable.
Someone recently either moved into one of the apartments near me, bringing with them a dog that they already owned, or they acquired a new dog and moved it into the apartment they were previously living in. Regardless of how it came to be, a new dog lives next door.
When I write confues, I of course mean confuse (yes, I see the red-squiggle underline and I know it is mispeeled). You see, I have many mental issues that I deal with on a daily basis: I mutter aloud to myself in public, and I can never remember which side of the tap is hot …
If you have an opinion and you are uneducated, I am not going to listen to you. Although, if you are educated and you have an opinion, I am not going to listen to you unless your opinion is the same as mine. Actually, if you have an opinion, I am not going to listen …
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