I Stepped In Dog Poop
One of the many reasons I held out so long on getting the family a dog is, I figured with all these guys in the house they'd be stepping in dog poop and tracking it into the house. So far the only one that has brought that prophecy to fruition is me. Three different times. When you think you've clean it all up you still smell it, somewhere. And I have to get rid of the evidence quickly before someone says I told you so, because I'm the only one that is suppose to say that around here. Where the hell is my scrub brush?
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