Crazy bitch on a tear about this "this alcoholic house." Why? It failed to properly close a gate, thus, when there was a heavy wind, it was flapping in the breeze, broke. Of course, couldn't own that. Then, gate on the side of the house was left open (how I'm supposed to know this, I haven't a clue). It goes ballistic-remember-the dog loves to escape (wouldn't YOU?).
Now, a normal person would say: "I'm using the side gate, don't let the dog out." Nope. Easier to go on a tear, as you lay outside in the sun, after having skin cancer.
Think it's easy?
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