Jazz and Poultry

Monday, December 07, 2009
Walking the dog

    Coming back from walking the dog there as a guy coming out the building with a pit bull mix.  I could see he was reticent about the dogs passing close to each other so I stepped back so that he could pass.  As he passed my dog suddenly broke free  and rushed at his dog.  I screamed her name and she came back to me but before I could grab the leash she rushed back at the other dog.  The guy said "why don't you pick up the leash?"   As I was able to grab my dog's leash I screamed at him "Don't you think I would have picked up the leash if I could?!" 

Him: Fuck you.

Me: Fuck you

Him: Fuckin' midget



Posted at 01:00 am by commish


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Born in a small coal mining town, I combine the ability to play I Got Rhythm in all 11 and a half keys with my love of washing machines to form a perspective so skewed that my wife insists on seperate seatings at dinner.


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