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Originally posted by Gattigap
Friends,
I have a problem. . . .
Random solutions range among the following:
* Ignore it, hope for a breakup
* Move to new city
* Four Words: Front door spring gun
* Require the Mom to call ahead to ask
* Declare that the Urchins are dead to us
But I'm sure that more creative solutions are out there, and I know our little group is up to the task.
Gattigap
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The next time they appear at the door, what's wrong with saying that you're sorry, but everyone is busy, the Gaplets can't come out and play and they should march their shitty little sociopathic JD asses back to their whore of a mother next door because you're not running a daycare center for prostitutes? Follow up with a muffin basket, of course.
