Why is it that the more we have the more we complain? I mean, really. I have everything. A warm house on a cold day, healthy kids, good friends, good education, asshole husband and shitting puppy. It would seem that I focus mostly on the last two of the list. I defiantly have to devote more time to trashing my friends; even things up, you know.
Who the hell gets a puppy in January?? I just took the little fucker out and there is just no way he's going to relieve himself out there, because surely he will get frostbite on his little winkie. So he pees the moment he gets it the door.
Wasn't I just gushing about how wonderful my life is and how warm my house is? well, it all smells like piss.
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