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[waggishhumor]

So.

Charlie? I have an important question for you.

Can you get me a beer?

Also, how do you feel about dogs?

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[tinsoldiered]

Not for long.

[waggishhumor]

Charles. I help pay rent. You are not my fucking father, so don't go swinging your cod around.

And for god's sake, get some fucking clothes on. It's weird how the towel ends and only one leg starts, man.

[tinsoldiered]

I put down my money for the security deposit. The dog's presence violates that deposit among other things, so he goes. Enjoy my "cod-swinging."

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Jesus Christ.

[hatesbears]

You can swing your cod around me ANYDAY, Inspector Fuckit.

charlie

[waggishhumor]

Fuck you. I already told that bitch he's my seeing eye-dog. Said I was going blind. Smiled all charming and everything. Then threatened to sue her for racism if she wanted to make an issue of it. Plus, greased that wrinkly ass palm. We're good, Charles.

Brad.

[tinsoldiered]

Think she'd like to see your medical records?

charlie

[waggishhumor]

I'm thinking 5 g's and she ignores that shit.

[bramblesgaveway]

Not so much the dog as the training.

[tinsoldiered]

Doesn't matter if he knows how to roll over, beg, speak and read the goddamn dictionary, he's going. I don't trust Brad "training" him, either.

[bramblesgaveway]

Delilah chick knows a bunch of shelters.

[tinsoldiered]

Good idea.