I once lived next door to some guy who lived in an underground bunker. He had a TV camera and it would follow you around. God forbid anyone should step on his precious property. I used to make fun of him. Now I don't. He doesn't have to worry about viruses down in his little underground lair. Then again, if he's still there, he probably had freeze dried something. I had some really good burritos for supper. I wonder if you had a dog in one of those things. Where would it go for its walk and where would it poop?
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