The double death of Kebabs
Some winters ago I went out on New Years eve and met up with friends. As the evening went on we ended up at his folks place all totally hammered. Plastered tho we were, we couldn't ignore the many Alsation pups wandering around the house. A year old and by now frisky, inquisitive etc. Now in the early hours I was welcomed to stay so stretched out in a comfy chair along with the other drunken folk scattered about the room. About 5 in the morning I was woken by a commotion from the fellow stretched out on a sofa. He coughed, he wheezed, he barfed - and those amusing pups lapped it all up. The faint reek of vomitus was swiftly dispersed by the speedy cleaning of those pups, oh yes. Still in disbelief at what I had seen and no longer able to prove anything I kept quiet. 10am and the household groaned into life, the sofa hog was gone and a distinct odour of doggy-do permeated the house. I overheard the Parents heated conversation,
"I cant understand it - its everywhere!"
"I know, they weren't fed anything last night"
(luckylife , 0 guests and 3 bots are online, Thu 23 Jan 2014, 13:25, 1 reply)

There was a pub near cirencester,
also not far from an agricultural college, where the students used to get beered up, and puke in the skittle alley.

The landlord was the proud owner of two good sized black labradors.

Sunday mornings he would just send the labs into the skittle alley to, er, clean up.
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