Boxer Dogs
Picture the scene. A young 14 year old Madone, sits quietly on a road sign, beside one of the quieter northern town council estates.

It's 1980, the dawn of a new decade, and it's Sunday, I'm waiting for a girl (15) and perhaps this will be the day that she finally caves and we do the deed....

I'm dreaming away, when suddenly a pack of dingos come hurtling around the corner like they are banking a turn at White City, led by the blackest/brownest, mad fucker, flat faced cunting drooling boxer you have ever seen.

This bastard runs straight at me, and tears out a lump of thigh and my pale grey pleated pegs! And fucks off without so much as "yeah rude boy, read my tag!".

Bastard! Instead of an afternoon tampering with my girl on the fields behind the golf links, I ended up being stitched and de-tetanussed!
( Piper Alpha is being a grumpy northerm bastard on:, Mon 28 Apr 2008, 18:57, Reply)