You saw me pulling into my driveway on South Park Street while your dog was taking a major crap on my front lawn. You couldn't get away fast enough. When I yelled down the sidewalk you said you were going to the corner store for a bag. Suprisingly you didn't come back. Maybe you didn't see the little boy in my back seat. Would you like to know how many times he has stepped in dog crap in his own yard? Grow up and take responsibilty for yourself and your pet. You are a weasel. If you apply yourself you might grow out of it.
|Tired of cleaning up other people's shit.|