The volcano was about to erupt. I wasn't
- The volcano was about to erupt. I wasn't able to save them both. I had to choose between Kathy and my dog. I know Kathy had been great to me my entire life, but my dog made me
- great sandwiches, and I was feeling quite hungry at the time. Fleeing with my dog in my arms, I knew I had made the right choice if I were ever to achieve my dream of
- making the best dog meat sandwich in culinary history. No one would stop me in my quest. Not the vets, not the RSPCA, not even my own conscience.
- It was too bad that I was somehow extremely allergic to dog meat. So now it was a choice of either abandoning my dream, or never get to taste the fruits of my labor.
- I like fruit though. The apples are the best. Bananas are good as well. In fact, I think my dog likes bananas too.
- The dog is a English Bulldog by the way. His name is Bob. He sometimes bark. He barks very loud. That is why he has a bark collar, and one time he bark so loud the cops came over.
- They told the owner that it was illegal to have such a poorly characterized pet in such an educated city, and so they were forced to put the dog down. "Mommy, will he go to heaven?
- "Of course she will child," replied mother. "Only goats and goldfish go to hell."
- And to this the child just didn't know how to respond; trying to conceal emotion, a flighs of stairs was ascended and a door was slammed and a bed was smothered in tears
- as it screamed for help. The child wept on, uncaring, driving his tiny fists deeper into the mattress. The bed wheezed desperately for breath, sputtered, and fell into blackness.
- Started
- 2011-04-21 21:38:12
- Finished
- 2011-04-21 22:55:52
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jatt Apr 22 2011 @ 00:37
I love how this one turned out.
Bad. Apr 22 2011 @ 00:40
R.I.P. mattress, he was a good fellow.