Sorry, no funny.
A few years ago, my mother decided to take us to live with my aunt for a month. Now there are a few problems with this which I will tell you.

1. I fucking hate the old bat!
2. She lives in Cyprus. The problem with this is that it's a hot country. I hate heat.
3. The most important of all: I would miss Toby.

Toby was my dog, I'm not exactly sure what he was, but he looked like a short-haired jack russell with doberman fur colour/pattern. I'd had him for as long as I can remember and we were best mates. Well, as best friends as you can be with a dog.

My mother left Toby in the hands of her then boyfriend. So anyways, we go to Cyprus for a month long "Holiday" (The month, fucking December, I had to spend Christmas and New Years with Hitler's Aunt) And, to be fair, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I had my PS2 and San Andreas and I regularly disappeared either to the beach or to the mountains.

When it was over, we got home and I was eager to see the old dog. I got to the door, opened it and immediately knew there was something wrong. Toby always ran down the stairs, out of my bedroom, to greet me. Fucking Heath (Mother's ex-boyfriend) told me that he'd died the day after we left.

That was the most disappointing holiday, Christmas, and New Year of my life.

Apologies for lack of humour.
( Hokerou, Sat 28 Jun 2008, 3:42, 2 replies)

Erm
You just called yourself Hitler.
(kris kringle I only posted this message to find out the date on, Sat 28 Jun 2008, 13:54, closed)

I think Heath is a cunt.
I think Heath did for poor Toby just so as he didn't have to clean up or take him for walks.

Heath needs burying in a shallow grave, face down with a big stick up his arse.

that is all.
(Lurkaloid awarded wanking black belt on, Sat 28 Jun 2008, 13:54, closed)