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Mr. Tibbs coughed up a hair ball and part of his lunch on the comforter...the second one this month.
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| We're down to the last one again. And he has the balls to sit and bitch at me! | |
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| clean my poop pod wut? balls? not me, balls? gone, thanks clean my poop pod | |
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Honey has to take the comforters to the coin laundry to use the giant washing machine. He's not too happy about it.
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| Well, I think Mr. Tibbs can stay in his cat room tonight, GlendaJo. | |
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| "cat room", my hairy butt... | |
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Mr. Tibbs spends the next two hours telling Honey and GlendaJo how he feels about things.
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| Jesus Christ, he just won't give up. | |
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| ...cat prison more like it, lucky to have kib-blek and water let me out of here let me out of here let me out of here let me out of here let me out of here | |
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