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Mischievious Little Shite
I went to bed last night everything was fine, I woke up this morning I couldn't believe my eyes. My hair was dyed green a slipper was in the sink, when I get a hold of that leprechaun he's going to pay, the little fink. My cat was on the kitchen ceiling fan, my dog was stuck inside my trash can. He had put my underwear in the toilet, he's going to get it soon the mischievious little shite. He put shampoo in the hairspray, and my deodorant was in a dirty ashtray. Today I won't be drinking any green beers, I had just found cotton balls in my ears. I went running after him he slammed the door in my face, he's going to get it bad he's got paper thrown all over the place. He put some bacon grease all over my stairs, this mischievious little shite makes me feel like pulling out my hair. He hid under the bathroom sink to hide away from me, I wish he would just get lost and let me be. I grabbed hold of him and wrung his little neck, he won't do this next year that's a sure bet. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Mar.17/2005
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