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This is replacing a blank post I made earlier.

So I'm having my normal shitty day and apparently yesterday I lost track of 3 cups. Three not very important, almost meaningless cups that don't mean dick to the lint on your shirt.

What bugged me about it is; I lost track of an entire hour when I had them. I couldn't remember what I did with them, or even that I had them. S'got me quite upset about it. The fact that I forgot an hour...Instead of like a conversation. I had one in it and I remember that, but my brain put it two hours ahead.

But, I was looking for them earlier, tearing up the house. Ready to go to violence. So pissed off I could knock a bear out with my dick. I find them outside all chewed up. Fuckin' dogs. We even let them in today so they could get out of the heat, and they chew up my cups.

Anyone want three used dogs? Must be shipped in Medical packaging.