...waiter, there's a hair in my dog...
Dinner table, 4th Street, 9:38 PM
Back story: Breakfast ate the fuck out of a dog in Landry's neighborhood and they are having her pay the vet bills to the tune of 300 dollars. My take? The Shiba Inu was a snack and B should have sent it back to the kitchen.... 'waiter, theres a hair in my Shiba Inu entree...'
Landry: I got a call from the people with the dog.
Gormley: The dead dog?
L: The half dead dog...
G: You better hope that dog doesn't die in the next few months or they're going to blame you... 'the dog never recovered from the attack...'
G: ...cranky, cross-eyed Shiba Inu.
L: ...and throwing itself against the wall every time it passes by a big dog.
G: HAHAHAHA
G: You better keep an eye on shelters in the area to find a possible repalcement Shiba Inu... 'excuse me, when are you putting that dog to sleep...?'
L: ...13-year-old broken dog...
L: ...NY 'replacement value' law.
G: have B drop it off on their doorstep in her mouth...
L: HAHAHAHA
G: God hates us.
L: No he doesn't... if God hated us that dog would be dead already.
posted by gormley at 9:51 PM
4 Comments:
...also, I'm convinced that the Shiba Inus might be the dumbest looking dog ever. B is smart for trying to weed them out. Darwin, with a little help from B.
i was laughing really hard when i read this, for the story a little bit but mainly because i could actually hear the 2 of you reciting this, down to the tone of your voices. seriously, i was almost crying.
haha, when Landry said "throwing itself against a wall..." I was crying laughing so hard. That poor fucking dog.
Ladnry, we should tape record group dinners... and have audio files on the blog when appropriate and hysterical. We're all usually drunk enough that we'd forget we were doing it and not ham for the recording.
ok you two are just dangerous together... so fuckin' funny. that's just wrong.
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