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My funk won't go away. Every direction I turn, I keep stepping into someone else's funk and it binds to mine. Now mine is a whole big mess of funks. I can shake the newer ones off with the old "Not my bull, not my bullshit" attitude but then my nasty black dog sits there and burrows into the holes left behind. The cold, grey, rainy weather doesn't help much either. I need some snow. At least that is pretty floating down. The only good part about the rain is watching the stinky neighbor cat across the street getting pelted with it as he stuck out in the yard all day.
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Is it naptime yet?
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