Grimly Curmudgeon wrote:

I'm now burying wires under my yard by the fence to zap the noisy
little **** from next door when he next strays onto my property.

The 'noisy little **** from next door' has a smaller heart, and in any
case its feet are close together; it will be less affected than you.

This is the opposite of why the horses died but not the people.


Fliss

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He said: If you'll just hop in the chair, for me...
She said: Got her. Repeat engagement. Had her filed away. Shall we go?
He said: I'm obsolete. This must be what old people feel like. And Blockbuster.