fucking bitch. i walk out of the room for maybe two minutes cuz mom wouldn’t stop asking me to do shit for her and this monster puppy decides that the clean basket of laundry that I just brought in, is too clean for his taste. we had just gone outside for the bathroom, after him pissing like a horse & taking a fat crap, but apparently he wasn’t fucking done. i come back into the room and sure enough, it smelled like crap. i’m looking behind the door for the turd because that’s where i had the pee pads, but no. i fucking find the shit in my laundry. thanks dog. i guess you were mad I stuck you in that shark costume hm? well guess what, dog? I HAVE A LOBSTER ONE THAT HAS YOUR NAME ON IT.