Not a thought too soon: some moron began setting off firecrackers down the street, which set the redneck neighbor's hound dog to howling, all of which threw my dog, up until now sitting quietly, into a nervous panic as she began licking me to death. Mosquitoes simultaneously began trying to get blood out of turnip by poking me over and over. I gave up and retreated to the air-conditioned indoors. Perhaps I'll move to Australia.
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Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day