First of all, I got all high and mighty on everybody and announced I was taking a break from the boards. Well, I fell off the wagon, so sue me.
Ostensibly I announced my break because I was in a shitty mood. I still am, so I figure the Pit is a fine place for me at the moment.
On with the show …
You fucking irresponsible, crab-infested, mochachino-sipping, big-haired, tube-top-wearing, bunghole-smellin’, sphincter-headed waste of skin! If you own a dog which is the size of a horse, and has the biting power of your average North American crocodile - learn how to control the fucking beast before you bring it out in public!!
And if you’re having a little trouble, and your pet doesn’t respond they way he should, upsetting other people and pets, have the common fucking decency to apologize and express maybe, oh, a smidgen of concern, you piece of corn encrusted shit!!
Why do I mention this? Oh no reason.
No wait. It was just this morning. I’m walking to Starbucks with my dog to get me a cuppa Joe. As I near the establishment, I see the two aforementioned asspockets sitting at an outside table. I do not, however, notice the 8 foot tall, 500 lb rottweiler sitting at their feet, until I clear the bushes. This fucking growling, slime-dripping, murderous beast lunges at me and my dog. I do what any normal human being would do - I screamed like a little girl and peed my pants.
No, actually I yelled “No!”, and pulled my dog away. What does crappaccino-head dog owner do? Grabs onto it’s leash and proceeds to get dragged down the sidewalk by this behemoth as my life flashes before my eyes. But it was her reaction to the whole thing that cheesed my penis.
She was laughing. Laughing!!
This fucking dog could have swallowed my Daisy-Bob whole, and that only would have slowed it down enough to only get one of my legs down its gullet.
Her idiot friend starts laughing too, before she strolls over and helps her friend tackle this snarling monster. By this time I’m straddling a bush and I practically have Daisy hanging from her leash, I’m so desperate to pull her back.
By the time I get to a safe distance I look over at these two bimbettes who are having the laugh of a lifetime.
I snapped. I screamed at them, “You think that’s funny, you fucking idiots? If you can’t control your dog, leave it the fuck home. You cocksuckers!”
Then I remembered they had a killer rottweiler with them so I just went to 7-11 for coffee.
I’m telling you it’s a good thing I don’t carry a gun or there would have been a major bloodbath in Oakland this morning.