took my folks' doberman for a gallop, and at the end of it he disappeared into the copse of trees used by the local jazz mag distributor.
Didn't come out for ages, so went in to look for her, and found her munching something out of a plastic bag, which on closer inspection turned out to be what looked like a human turd.
makes me gag just to recall having to hose the bastards face
Posted By: Worzel Scrimmage, Jan 29, 15:10:10
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