I'm talking to you, Mr. "Border Collie Licks My Toes." I don't know what perverted sociopath t-boned your childhood like an off-white van t-bones a brand new porche, and I don't care. Stop. Stop now. As much as I like the traffic stats on my Google analytic page, I really REALLY don't want your kind attentions.
Even though I am deeply reassured by the scarce 1.42 seconds you spent on my blog before you realized it wasn't dog porn, I am equally deeply dismayed that you found your way here at all.
And the rest of you. Seriously, move to Singapore or something. I can't stand the "key word results page" stats any more. I'm supposed to find out people are searching for "highly articulate hilarious parenting humor" not "gay dog".
So, in the immortal paean of every Irish cop in every family movie car crash scene ever, (ahem) "Alright, move along, nothing to see here."
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