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| I think we need to talk. Living with you has been very difficult lately. | |
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| Life's no picnic being with you either. | |
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| Let's see...the women, the poker games and the fact my litter box only gets cleaned every two weeks....life isn't roses being a Shaolin monk's cat. | |
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| This morning I stepped in a vile smelling clod of hair and undigested food. I wasn't wearing shoes. | |
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| And I went to take a nap on the bed after your latest love interest left last night and 'found' the wet spot. What else ya got? | |
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