I hate you. I motherfucking hate you. But HATE. You and your annoying, incessantly barking/howling four-legged, fur covered bag of ugly. First chance I get, I'm punching you on sight.
I know it's not your fault that I am unwell and that puppies who miss their humans are wont to cry ALL! GODDAMNED! DAY! but really, count on getting that sucker punch. Right square in your suckhole. Be grateful I'm not well enough to mount "YOU'RE A JACKASS" in neon just outside your window, bitches.
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