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Friday, May 14, 2010
To the Midnight Shit Bandit who lives in my 'hood . . .
I step off my front porch to get the morning paper and I have to dodge the huge pile of crap that your dog left there during his walk last night. This pisses me off because my front porch is thirty feet from the sidewalk. It also indicates to me that you are an ignorant and inconsiderate fuckhead who can't be bothered to keep your dog on a leash or to pick up after it.
If I ever find out who you are and where you live, I promise you this: I will crap in grocery bags for a week and then launch the whole shitty mess out of an air cannon at your front door some hot and humid night.
Bon apetit you fucking idiot! —Tired of your shit
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