Monday morning arrived as punctual as ever. The alarm blared radio 1 into my ears and there was no fucking way I was listening to Nick bastard Grimshaw! So even though I saw the clock strike 1AM last night due to caffeine intake, I jumped out of bed and greeted the day with a begrudging "I'm up!"
The snow had totally disappeared and I was once again in sync with the 'dog shit' guy who walks his dog each morning past my yard as I'm leaving for work. Dog Shit guy detours up my cul de sac each morning to avoid having to collect such canine waste as nobody can see him, or so he thinks.
My blood boils every time I see him and his dog shit machine.
As much as I visualise following him home and shitting on his welcome matt, I know I'm spineless. He also knows where I live and that I see him passing with a dog each day.
He's already won Excrement War but how?
I could always tell the streets muscled numbskull to show he was a man of action but I have already see. That he is unpredictable to others.
So I guess I have to turn a blind eye to it.
Doesn't poo actually cause blindness to others?
So it won't be that hard I guess.
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