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Rat Bastards

I’ve cleaned the house, I’ve repaired the chainsaw, I’ve lectured Jake on responsibility and how when the buck stops with you then you need to find ways to make things work,  I’ve chopped firewood, and now it’s starting to rain.  Yesterday the weatherman promised me that tonight would be lovely. 

The weatherman is a rat bastard and I hate him.   I’m calling him and he needs to get his stupid rat bastard weatherman self over here and entertain the children who were expecting a bonfire.



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