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"Had to shoot my dog in the back of the head when he got mad" starts one of the better songs released in the world this year and it's called "country livin" and it's on the Family Stump CD "Keep it in the Family" released a while back. And i tell you one thing... it's not a set of music to listen to working at a Post office on headphones while your co-workers are are working beside you. What they will hear is sharp outbursts of cackeling laughter for 8 or so minutes, then some tears of sorrow and then the words "oh you fucking gross bastard younger, why you got to paint such a pussey picture on me". I started getting the old stink eye from a few of the more militant supervisors and militant union shop stewards so i had to abandon. Neat hearing the representation of the doctor on the dubious number "have you seen my taint" having played the doctor a few times but in the end thinking about that anatomical mutation is not my thing. to me that is like a cat litterbox in the sense of the idea that i will not clean a litterbox. The last time i did i vomited and hurt myself and then when i cam home i was repeatedly mocked by family members of somebody of weak character... which, by the way is utter nonsense given that anybody who performes a task with such a natural handycap taking such a beating along the way deserves the status of true warrier.

The last cat i ever had, dumped on me by some idjit woman... or left in my care was when i lived above Hey Rock. Hey Rock don't do litter boxes either. when i had to go away for a week or two... actually befor we get to that have you ever heard somebody say "oh my cat never uses his litterbox, he always goes outside" and then later "except when it rains" gets added to the statement. Anyhoo Hey Rock agreed to water the plants and keep food and water in the bowl with the opportunity for the cat to spend the day outside, but under no circumstance would he go into the room that the litter box was in. I understood completely and went away for a few weeks and i remember coming back home and seeing Hey Rock before i went inside... I eyed him with empathy and said "how bad is the litterbox" , he looked back with very serious eyes and said "pretty bad" i double bagged the litter box and got it out to the front yard and then vomited heavily for some time. Hey Rock came out to console me and i tried to talk him into getting his head inside the plastic bags and taking 3 big breaths. Then i believe i tried to talk him into a swirley and he almost went for it as it seemed rather refreshing in contrast.