I am Furious!
and this is definitely my last post.

that's it, the end.

pure and simple.


He paraded in front of her like a shaved malamute dancing on it's hind legs in front of a fumbling slowboy.
'That's it Dad, carry on dancing!' cried the Sidney James, the hounds lovable yet surprisingly humanoid offspring. 'Yah, ha ha ha' he guffawed, a laugh that could bring a smile to the face, of the coldest of creatures, i.e Hitler........... and even, to an extent, his lesser known but equally cold brother, Hotler.
With hats on! dancing Hotlers, with Hatlers!
The Sidney James seemed to have lost interest in the dancing and was just pawing an unimpressed looking guinea pig that had wandered in from the nearby farm with a dirty hypodermic needle.
'Sidney want um bongo!' he bellowed.
The dancing hound looked worried and quickened it's ragtime step a little, the hound uttered no words at all, he was a dog.
'SIDNEY WANT UM BONGO!' he repeated, 'DEY DRINK IT IN DEE CONGO!' he added.
The hounds eyes darted from left to right, 'maybe a little music would help' he thought and slipped an LP onto the weathered looking record player and pressed the button to play the music.
As 'The maple leaf rag' oozed from the rickety gramophone the Sidney James's expression seemed to rise.
The room was a vision of peace, quiet and serenity, from the warbling piano music, the constantly spinning strobe lighting, an imbecile Sid James creature barking orders and a shaved spastic dog dancing in the middle of the room with a look of sheer terror in his swollen eyes.
and then it hit me.
I was in the wrong house!
I bid them farewell and returned home to a life of sanity.

Went back for the dog though, ending up using him as an ashtray.
He doesn't dance so much these days.
Just seems to writhe about yelping.
(JinDod, Mon 10 Oct 2005, 9:59, Reply)