Oh my god. So mad right now, bro. So I wake up you know (on my grandparents exceedingly uncomfortable couch that I had too fight three dogs to get) and I'm surprisingly in a good mood waking up. Then things got a little sketchy, I couldn't find my socks that i had set up on the little night stand table thingy. Sketchy turned to panic. I love my aeropostale socks. Someone wanted to die. Then here comes one of the mutts with my sock in his mouth. I reach for it hoping it is left unscathed. Nope. That little doodoo head had it slobbery and ripped right in half. :/ its beyond help.
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