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Wed 5 Oct, 2005 06:06 pm
I was just driving through a factory district and, looking between two building to the next street over I saw a large black dog sitting, apparently tethered, next to a side door. I thought it was a bit peculiar since the factories are all closed. I decided to drive over there and make sure someone didn't forget their dog.
I got out of my truck and walked toward the dog. The sun had already set and though not dark, the light was filtered. I said to the dog, "Hey, boy...what ya doing? Where's your owner?'
I was now upon it and realized I was talking to a large garbage bag wrapped around some sort of plant.
I sure hope nobody saw me talking to that bag.
I hate when that happens.
At least I didn't pet it.
So....the bag's still there? .....all .... alone?
Sour grapes folks.It must not have wagged its tail.
No, I felt sorry for the poor bag and shot it.
But seriously, surely you folks must have misidentified an object at some point in your life.
Once I thought I had gone home with this really hot woman and woke up with a llama.
But I suppose alcohol had something to do with that.
Yeah, I was camping in Utah once and thought I saw a bit of twig resting atop my tent, silohetted by moonlight. Then it shifted and I realized it was a scorpion. It was INSIDE the tent. With me and my 4 friends. I've never seen so much chaos.
Finish the story, k. Was anyone bit. Was there death in that tent?
Enquiring minds want to know.
Gus, I wish you'd finish your story.
What was the llama doing at that strip club in the first place?
She was some cheap llama, looking for a thrill, hanging around strip clubs usually reserved for humans.
She stumbled around the club all night and most everyone just ignored her.
Then I came along.
I was once in a car with my nephew who suddenly yelled 'Wow did you see that hot red head in the blue Nissan!" and hit the gas to catch up with the passenger side of the vehicle. The red head turned out to be an Afghan hound with her head out the window. Maybe you and my nephew should hang out together Gus.
(Actually Gus, I think you story is very sweet - I'm glad to know you would take the time to help what could have been an abandoned doggie)
Snoozing.
In my new apartment.
On the ground floor.
I hear rustling.
From the closet near the window.
I'm awake.
Sort of.
I grab the hammer, which luckily is right beside the bed <new apartment, hanging pix and shelves and stuff>.
Open the closet and WHACK!!!!!!!!WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!!!!
I murder a suitcase that had slid off the top shelf through a bunch of clothes still wrapped in plastic.
rustle rustle rustle.
I hate rustlers. Cattle rustlers and closet rustlers.
Gus, no one died, no one got stung. We caught it and showed it off.
Did you dress it up it little outfits and make fun of it?
No. I dunno what happened to it.
I bet he lived a full life.
I wonder if he's in a bottle of vodka somewhere.
I have a friend who was given a bottle of vodka, with a scorpion at the bottom.
Ok, back to my hole.
Green Witch wrote: (Actually Gus, I think you story is very sweet - I'm glad to know you would take the time to help what could have been an abandoned doggie)
I agree, that was very nice of you Gus.
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