Tiffany Granath Cogiendio

A post that swings a lot in Paris. We

other intelligent people (Pan! I flatter entry history you do not contradict me ...), long ago that we chose our favorite pet the cat.
Well, I take a stupid example (haaann. ..), who will talk about right now: I put a cat and a dog in front of you, and in the hand with which I write you puts a gun.
Good.
A situation actually quite common, you will agree with me.
Now I ask you to execute. Until then, anything unusual, eh. Well believe me if you like, although you'd better believe me because I have a gun, shit, in 97% of cases it is the dog passes away. The remaining 3% are undecided due to preferring to remove themselves because they did not aim or whatever, me, I did not reply at all then you got to ask your mother, will make it think a little for once!
(Huh, What)
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short, you're like me, you never understood these people - certainly much more limited than "we" - who prefer dogs. I do not know me, these "people" (whom I despise as much you) should never have seen cat is not possible.
Or if, perhaps they saw a cat once in a pet store, except that his litter was not clean. Blame the manager who unfortunately had dislocated a shoulder squash, cunt, and that the coup had not been able to change the cat because you see, when I do that, and bah I can not do (as said a famous famous).
So suddenly, the "people" (yes, here, those there) have said that "a cat Booeuuhh stinks!" In their little narrow minds and conventional notorious morons, and they bought a dog.
Yeah.
In my opinion, is always how it goes.
And then those same "people" you say you understand a dog it's better because it's true, man's best friend, gnagnagna, [...] and then you can play with when a cat is just zero. Although
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Small precision: for play with these people intend to beat them of course . For what are further frustrated eternal who use their pet as an outlet every night to counteract latent feeling of helplessness that gives them their pathetic little life of shit. (Especially do not ask me why I'm so wound up, it's me you see is something visceral, what do you want me to say?)
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When in fact, take these same people and ask them to find a cat that meet the following criteria: a cat that stinks, drooling, who comes begging fat ham, which wakes the whole neighborhood, which spreads the garbage throughout the garden, which rolls in carrion (or just in all that stinks, actually), who eats excrement, which jumps after you rolled in the mud, which we must say "No ! about 2759 times per day, which farts (well) at your feet when you're watching TV, eating your children's friends (If you have friends with children, I do not want), who snores, who vomited in the car, who just feel the bottom of the guests, who must open the door whenever the nature reminds he who energises your legs (but not honey, I feel nothing for him, finally, do not be silly), and eats your cats ... And bah they do not find, cat like that. While it is almost obvious for a dog worthy of the name to use at least once in his life each of the activities listed above.
Seriously, the only fault of the cat is the litter box.
(Never, O never, never would I have thought him capable of writing a phrase so laden with meaning. Thank you, life.)
But is this really a defect? When we know that this problem can be solved easily, and, more importantly, for a really ridiculous amount ?
Huh?
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Finally (yes, here, people come), let me tell you a story that crispy, in addition to impersonate the desire to have a dog, is sure to make you giggle.
So this morning (a rabbit), mild and short-dressed, I go to work in the head with happy images of all my colleagues died. Classic.
As usual, when crossing the park, I met Grandma cocker. That's how I call it. (Pouffer if you want.) Because it is a granny, and she has a cocker spaniel. Well, I pass on that I think she is secretly in love with me, because by chance there is not one morning where I do not cross. Unless this is the dog. Brief.
This morning (two rabbits at once), I double granny cocker a businessman not stressed, as I know so well, just to him to imply that because of my terribly time-consuming work any serious relationship can be possible between us, and I do not want to suffer. Not even his dog.
Although, for the mutt, must see.
Well, that's all that crazy little tell just by walking fast. Mamie
Cocker is in my back. Before me tumbling an obese woman, dragged by a husky. Like all obese, this woman had the bright idea to wear a beautiful pink sweatshirt farting, to leave his dog in stealth mode. Yes, well, I know, we were told not physical and not the clothes.
It's ugly.
course, the husky saw the cocker spaniel, cocker sees the husky, the voltage is at its peak when we are about to witness a scene of leisure-canine anthology.
followed a short conversation

The obese: Yes good bah, gonna And 'r'tard. Mamie
Cocker: Ah Vui?
The obese: Bah j'prends is that at nine o'clock. Mamie
Cocker: Ah Vui?

What I mean: The obese

: Yes there good bah you know, I know if I really want to do it. Mamie
Cocker: Oh, Rage! O Despair! O Old Enemy ... The obese
: Go mutt, feel your ass once and for all, get it over with! I already had a warning from work, so shit. Cocker
Mamie: But who art thou that, well hidden by the night, you just run into my secret?

See how pervasive it is, a dog. Insidiously, the dog will disturb your life to your dismissal, so you have totally under his control. In addition, having a dog requires you to speak (baaaah) morning (BAAAAHH) with "those people" (yes, here, those there). See how this can be unbearable, and giggle if you like.
Finally, note that at present it is not at all for Grandma cocker. She seems to suffer a great emotional vacuum, insufficiently filled by the presence of slobbery and stinky dog. And to think that this would not have happened if she had opted for a cat. It's still annoying, dammit.

I wish you good morning.