Fla Flash
01-21-2003, 12:19 PM
Well, I've got some new neighbors and they make the Gobbler look like Albert Einstien. This is gonna be fun. Next night they keep me up till three am blasting rap music will be the last time.
Anyway, they've got this big ugly yellow dog, and the sonofabitch wanders over and eats my cat food, and then corners Dart, the speediest of my felines. I bust out, slamming the door open.
"Hey," I scream. "Get outta here!"
Dog turns to look at me, waggin' it's tail. Fortunately, Dart slinks under the house.
"When does get outta here mean good dog?" I yell even louder.
Well, the jackasses over the fence, yell, "Hey quit yellin' at our dog."
I looked at the dog. "How does it feel," I said quietly, "to have stupid owners?"
The dog tilted his head slightly.
So I walk up to the fence. "Then come and get your dog."
They call him and the dog starts running down the fence line, toward their house. Then this big guy starts walking over.
"Landlady said the dog could run free."
I glared at him. "Not overfucking here."
He stopped. "Well it's too-"
I stopped him cold. "Piece of advice. I've been here six years. One of my cats has too. I catch your dog eatin' my catfood again, you'll get a bill. Next time he corners one of my cats, you'll get your dog back. I have two boxes I can fit him in."
I walked away and listened to the guy stammerin'
Jackasses.
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Anyway, they've got this big ugly yellow dog, and the sonofabitch wanders over and eats my cat food, and then corners Dart, the speediest of my felines. I bust out, slamming the door open.
"Hey," I scream. "Get outta here!"
Dog turns to look at me, waggin' it's tail. Fortunately, Dart slinks under the house.
"When does get outta here mean good dog?" I yell even louder.
Well, the jackasses over the fence, yell, "Hey quit yellin' at our dog."
I looked at the dog. "How does it feel," I said quietly, "to have stupid owners?"
The dog tilted his head slightly.
So I walk up to the fence. "Then come and get your dog."
They call him and the dog starts running down the fence line, toward their house. Then this big guy starts walking over.
"Landlady said the dog could run free."
I glared at him. "Not overfucking here."
He stopped. "Well it's too-"
I stopped him cold. "Piece of advice. I've been here six years. One of my cats has too. I catch your dog eatin' my catfood again, you'll get a bill. Next time he corners one of my cats, you'll get your dog back. I have two boxes I can fit him in."
I walked away and listened to the guy stammerin'
Jackasses.
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