Can't even stand you mutts.
Well, at least y'all will attack me because I CAN READ.
Y'all are so stupid
He's
The mutt in those ridiculously tight jeans. I know him. I'm pretty darn positive he knows me. From East Boston. Those jeans though. I have a lot of mutual friends with that mutt. A lot. The Heights maybe? Shore Plaza? Brandywine? Maverick? Jeffries Point? Revere? I'll figure it out. I'll throw his mug on out there (after I'm done with this case). He's staring me down as I walked by him. I should give it to my attorney. Nah.
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