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Our absolutely batshit insane neighbors, who seem to be under the impression that they have any fucking right at all to be outraged that we're building a fence in our backyard. Which would coincidentally keep our dogs from shitting in their yard. Fuck you, you miserable cunt - you and your henpecked idiot of a husband. From now until the time the fence goes up, I will encourage Charlie to shit on your doorstep. Maybe the fence won't seem like such a bad idea, then.