It is 5:30am, and I literally danced Merengue, Salsa, y Cuartato the entire night. And now, as I attempt to fall asleep at 6am, the dog that is yelping next door better be being eaten alive or slaughtered. Heck, find me a nice boulder, mound of dirt, or machete.
I used to like dogs. Emphasis on the past tense.
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