Cliff's notes: OK, so I find a paintball round on my house last week, just above the water dish for my dogs. I go and discuss my discontent with the neighbor (a different one than the previous problem, and the white trash trailor park whore of a mother doesn't seem to share my concern. "They were just cleaning their paintball guns" A week or so passes... This morning, I go outside and think one of my dogs is bleeding, only to find out that he'd been shot with a paintball. Another trip to discuss my discontent, and another disappointment with the bitch's response... "I don't know what you're talking about... we were at church this morning... etc." What a remarkable job of parenting, maybe if she's lucky someday she might even get a call on mother's day from prison. I swear, that kid is going to grow up to be a rapist or a serial killer. As a parent, she should be concerned that her little bastard is displaying these characteristics, but alas - you simply can't reason with some people. I must be getting old. I still can't believe how civil I was about the whole thing, and maybe that's because I didn't witness it - but I doubt it. Still doesn't change the fact - if I'd seen that shit happen...
Just call the police and show them the paint on the dog. We live in such a liberal society, they will do more to protect the dog that they will to protect a human.
Not really. Anyway, what kind of man can't appreciate a good dog and not that little piece of shit hotdog you got for an avatar. I'm talking about a real dog. A good one. Think about it.
That POS hotdog in my Avatar was 10 weeks old at the time. She is now one year old, and is a least twice as smart as you. She does share two traits with you though - she fights with bitches and licks her own ass. Barry
Yeah whatever you have one of those little yappy hotdogs. Only a really stupid weird ass motherfucker would buy a dog like that or one that is shall we say not wearing the pants in the family.
You (that means Dan in this case, just to clarify) still lick your (meaning the ass belongs to you, being Dan again) own (meaning the ass belongs to you, meaning Dan in this case. Again) ass. I don't see how you put me into that sentence, but your (again, belonging to Dan) English is particularly bad.
Who BUYS a dog? That is about like buying sex. (oops, I forgot who I was talking too.) Anyway, my dog is a new bloodline called a C/Ross B/Reed. They are also called De O' Gees and/or Mon' Grels Her mother is a pure blooded Dachshund, and the Father (rumor on the steet) was a Jack Russell. My daughter brought her home after the neighbor threatened to drown her in a sack. (They didn't realize what a unique breed she was.) The dog has great insight, and is able to transmit her thoughts to me. Right now she is saying to me " Dan Sucks, Dan Sucks, Dan Really Sucks." See what I mean about being perceptive and intuitive? She has never met you, yet she already knows that you suck.
Asking people if Dan sucks is like asking a barber if you need a haircut. You already know the answer, you're just looking for affirmation.
