I fucking woke up at three fucking thirty in the morning last night, for no damn good reason and didn’t go back to bed until seven, after several shots of whiskey.

Now I am up again at Oh Dark Thirty because some fucking ankle biter of a dog was barking it’s fucking head off and I had to get up twice and open the back door to yell at the fucker to shut up.

The sonofabitch ain’t in range for a good sling shot to the head either.
 A couple of doors away behind two fucking fences or it would be unconscience like I want to be right the fuck now.
 Apparently the cocksucker got the message finally.

Little motherfucker.

Of course, my dad is completely oblivious and I can hear him snoring away through the wall, God bless his heart.

Where is a fucking Ninja when ya need one?


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