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You know who really gets my goat? That guy. That guy gets my goat and leads her around on a little leash, talking baby talk when my goat hates baby talk, being all patronizing because she's a goat and he's an asshole and in the Way Things Are Figured, goats count for less, and then he makes some snide comments about my goat when she's done nothing more than try to be accomodating even though she's wondering what the hell this guy's problem is and exactly when he's going to come to his senses and let her get back to eating the dandelions when instead all he wants to do is keep slagging her because she's a goat.

Okay. I think I'm done now.