What kind of dog-hating a-holes are running our government?
They'd have to pry the gun out of my cold, dead hands after I shot the cruel heartless son of a freaking beyotch who told me to leave my best friend to starve to death. My dog means more to me than all the a-hole bureaucrats that ever lived.
Don't press your luck.
9.09.2005
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