Big day all around
February 15, 2008
This afternoon while picking up Rudi from his “doggie daycare” (that’s right, we’re rock stars, we have doggie daycare), I was attacked by a little cocksucker of a dog who weighed all of 9 pounds. He kept snarling, and snapping at me as I walked by, paying no attention to him, as he wieghed 9 pounds, and punting him into a pond was not an option, as there were witnesses, who may have owned said dog. He bit me more than once, but since it is hell frozen over, my 18 layers of clothes made it laughable. Once I got Rudi, said bastard dog continued his attack. Well, after the third nip, rudi went ape-shit. It took all of 2 seconds for Rudi to have him pinned on the ground, with the death grip jaws ready to finish him off. A 1 year old mixed bread weighing at last check 85 pounds, vs. a 9 pound sausage dog. Somewhere, Mike Vick has a Boner. Since said old lady’s were still standing there, I pulled my dog off, but gave him an extra doggie bone when we got home. Tonight Rudi’s farts smell a little sweeter.
On a side note. This next paragraph will likely put me away for good in the future. To Whomever keeps breaking into the shed at my parents pond, and stealing my fishing poles. FUCK YOU! I will Kill you, and your body will be half-assed disposed of in the pond. Look, I’m no cat burglar, but I have broken my share of laws. Follow these easy steps.
1. Break into a building with at the very least electricity. My wall-mart poles are worth shit. Go for the Plasma’s and maybe a Blueray or two. 8×10 Sheds on a farm pond aren’t the gold mine they used to be.
2. Good job covering your tracks, since there is snow on the ground, and you left footprints, heading straight to your house….Tony Desenberg, I want my poles back. If not i will tell the newspapers your Uncle Dave, my High School History Teacher and football coach touched me in the “special places”. Since nobody clearly drove back there, and you have the only house for 2 miles in that direction, it’s not a tough crime to crack.
3. Whenever breaking into a building with a padlock, try using the key that is hanging 6 inches from the lock, before breaking a window, and then climbing in through broken glass. Intestinal wounds are a bastard.
4. Break in next time say, around the saturday after april 9th, or the 4th of July around, say 1 A.M. That guy Combat drinking bud-lights around a campfire, never has a firearm, or legitimate witnesses to confirm his insanity.
I realize all of 9 people read this, but for hopes sake, spread the word. Maybe we can get enough people to read this, and we can catch the culprit. Maybe we can even march in downtown Lima until Justice is served, every saturday morning. I’m sure the pissed of Black people in Lima won’t mind a honky or two joining the fight for justice.