That brings back some deep buried memories from my childhood... I wouldn't want to bore you guys with the details...
However...
I was looking after this Rotty with my mates and we took him on the field by ours... and well... to put it blunty, he took me on the field, or so, he tried.
I had five "Mates" around me, I was crying for them to help, but they where all rolling around the floor laughing their asses off. The only thing I could do was let him finish, not show any weakness and not struggle too much...
I had a pair of nike shorts on too, the bishop was knocking, but he didn't get an answer... to offer a euphemism... (or whatever one it is)
He was slobbering all down my cheek, it was like acid dripping from the heavens.
Thanks DJOD, you have just reduced a guy to slowly stirring a burnt pan of super noodles whilst wearing brown PVC flip-flops, dennis the mance shorts and a hugh hefner copy housecoat.
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