I Hate You All
A hoarder? Me? No way.
I have more than one path in almost every room.
The dogs can always find their way out.
Of course I keep my garbage. Spies would love to have that on the curb.
You never know when you are going to need that egg carton, right?
You do-gooders can get off my property!
It should not bother anyone else how I live my life.
Gladys, can I put some more barrels in your yard?
What about beside the shed?
Just good stuff I might need later.
I promise there are no rats in these.
A truckload or two. Just for a couple of years.
You are as bad as the do-gooders!
I hate you all!
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