dear neighbors, just get that slogdog off my back. go bounce your dogs balls but give up your ocd and go get mental help or just die bitch.

dear neighbors, just get that slogdog off my back. go bounce your dogs balls but give up your ocd and go get mental help or just die bitch.

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