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doctor - actually, i'm not even going to call you doctor. dog-fucker. yeah, that seems better.
dog-fucker, write some sick bullshit novel about desperately humping your dog (and make sure you pour ALL of your finances into it. after all, the world must know its not a fucked up thing, right?) so that is doesn't sell, you can go bankrupt, your kids become ashamed of you (if they aren't already) and move on pretty sharpish, you have your house and all your possessions repossessed, end up on the street where you will have the dog you fucked and decided to tell people about sitting next to you, your only companion. then he'll probably shit in your lap and run off whilst your asleep.
thus ends doct- oh no, dog-fucker James Smith.
god sake. what is it with you?
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You're just egging him on, man. You know he is going to respond with a 17 paragraph essay about how illogical and bigoted you are. You have to realize that he is trying desperately to explain his own actions to himself as much as he is to us. Down deep he must realize how ridiculous it is to say that he is in a "relationship" with a creature that doesn't speak his language, has to be fed and bathed by him, and that would disappear forever if he made the mistake of leaving the gate open.
Edit: On second thought, that is the perfect relationship. I'm going to start fucking dogs. Or, at least a mentally handicapped foreigner.