Dog Ass Assault.
The family dog of the D clan is a Bitsa of advanced years and placid temprament. In thirteen or so years he's never so much as looked at me funny.
His bottom is a different story. His bottom hates everybody and everything and wants us all to die screaming.
Take a tramp. Feed him nothing but sprouts and Campbells meatballs for a month. Then take off his underpants and feed them to a goat. Then feed the goat to a dog along with a bucketful of beansprouts and hate.
Now try to imagine this wafting under your nose with no warning whatsoever.
Even the dog tries to run away from the stench. Which means he just drags it around the room.
I love my dog. My dog loves me. His arse, however, makes me want to pull my own nose off.
(Big D, Thu 1 May 2008, 19:52, Reply)