Stories of a Moron

Sunday, February 18, 2007

The Dog Catcher

Well it's been an interesting past few days. On Friday night I went to a happenin party. Unfortunately it was a birthday party of a twelve year old. It was cool.

Saturday Jane came by to go with Jaime and Allison to dance class, but they were away. She then told me this story.

Apparently they are doing the whole "dog erradication" thing on the island right now. Now this only happens every so often so you have to act quick if you want to get rid of those pesky dogs. So there is this poor girldog and all these dudes that come after her at Jane and Jason's place.(sp) Now this female isn't a normal girl dog, she's, ummm, a whore. If she got ten cents every time I think she'd need a bank account. So Jane called the dog catcher dude to come take them away and put them down humanely. So d/c comes buy in his van and honks the horn; all the dogs scatter. Jane goes down to meet him and they talk about the situation. Unfortunately the d/c didn't want to wait for the dogs to come back. So he starts rummaging through his van. He comes back to Jane with a bottle and a siringe, and begins giving her dosage instructions to kill the dogs. WHAT!? Jane doesn't want to kill the dogs herself b/c then she'd have bodies to get rid of.

Anyway she tells me all this and says that Jason is taking care of it right then. Without loosing a second I jump in the truck to join in the fun. When I got to their house there were several dogs laying around outside their house. Jason then informed me that he had cooked up some food then poisned it. It had an anesthetic in it so all the dogs were down, and we were waiting for the poison to take affect. Now the cute little puppy had already bit the dust, but the shedog hadn't. But it only took some time. Now we had two dead dogs bodies to dispose of. We decided the ocean cliffs were our best bet, so we began walking the few hundred yards through jungle to get there. We dumped the bodies and tramped back to the house. Oh by the way, Jason's illergic to wasps. We then ran smack into a wasp nest. After sustaining a few stings myself, 3, exactly, I thought Jason might not make it. Fortunately he didn't have a reaction and we made it back to the house, where one dog was still breathing. Unfortunately it was the neighbors that didn't like Jason throwing rocks at it. OOps. After a little work we got it out of the yard so it would die on somebody else's place. Then Jason and I went a played some golf.

The End

Paul "The Undertaker" Murphy

I think that one's been used

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