Oh Jane Streeters! I was really kinda gunning for you, I was! Then you had to go ahead and pull this stunt. Now, I'm sorry, but I must wash my hands of you, being that -- in all candor -- I hate obstreperous dog-owners a thousand times more than I hate drunken club-hoppers. Engage in this pungent form of retaliation and you truly deserve each other. What's next? Some inventive usage of your kids' soiled diapers maybe?
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