Lassie Wannabe alerted me this morning at 5:24am that somewhere Timmy had fallen into a well. Or was going to be hit by a train. Or was being taken by bandits. After a quick verification that Lassie was not being antagonized by someone looking at her, done by counting the number of canine bodies slumbering with me on the bed, I told Lassie to shut the hell up because I didn't care about Timmy unless he fell into the well trying to rid the back yard of weeds and even then I didn't care. Lassie responded with more urgent barking. Maybe Timmy had the cure for cancer for him when he fell in the well, but he must of got out after about 15 minutes because Lassie went back to sleep.
Also my camera is broke. The lens won't go in an out anymore. How'd that happen? MISCHIEF. That's how.
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