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Could be someone I know, someone I don't know, fictional characters, dead people. I don't care, I'm an equal opportunity complainer when it comes to complete dickwads.

Wherever there's a Complete Tool, I'll follow closely behind with my anonymous bitching. 'Cuz that'll show 'em.

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Sunday, May 17, 2009


Grandma owns this little, yappy 3 lb. Yorkie dog-thing. One of my cats is 4 of these dogs. This little jerko dog is the neediest pain-in-the-ass-piece-of-crap on the planet. Right now it is making odd chuffing sounds at my door. Or it's choking. I don't care. I'm not looking.

This stupid thing has to go out to pee every 30 minutes or so. It's bladder is the same size as a rat's. Because it's a stupid rat-dog-thing.

Only you let it out, and it whines to come back in immediately because there are flies on the porch. This worthless, jackass dog is afraid of flies. Because it's a stupid chicken-rat-dog-thing.

I really wish Grandma would just take this dumbass with her when she leaves, but she's afraid that other, bigger dogs will eat it. Because it's a stupid Scooby Snack-chicken-rat-dog-thing.

I would call it a tool, but it's not even cool enough to be a tool.