Dilemma of the worst kind

I'm a horse person, rather than a dog person or cat person. Once you've demucked a horse barn, nothing shit-related grosses you out.

 

I bet Katherine Hellmond is still an awesome lay.

 

Perhaps not as effective. But certainly more personally satisfying.

But seriously, I plan on living next to these neighbors and letting my kids play with their kids so I don't plan on doing anything nasty. We've talked, they've apologized and I shovel crap under their trees and into their flower beds. I'm not the kind of guy that tries to piss off his neighbors even when they might deserve it.

 

Once, I can handle. Twice, I'll still pick it up. Three times, I'm starting to get pissed. Four times, I'm flinging it into the nearest open window, whether it's their car or kitchen, don't really care.

 

Hey, I turned three double plays tonight ...

 

Idaho, if I'm ever in your state (and that's not likely ever to happen), I would be only too happy to have all four of my pets take a squat in your yard.

 

By "accident," leave a small dish of leftover antifreeze on your hood or the roof of the vehicle.

Or mix it with some milk and leave it near the vehicle.

Bye, kitty-kitty.

 

Wow, what a problem. Cat hair on the hood of your truck. Wow. Paw prints on your windshield. Wow.

 

Cut Private Joker some slack. He is ... in a world ... of shit.

And drinking.

 

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