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No Goddam Poodle
2003-03-14 - 1:07 a.m.


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I came out of the locker room on tuesday putting on a shirt, when I thought I saw a poodle rushing me.

One of those large, nasty high strung poodles, all foo-foo and horrible.

Or, as they say in other languages, horrible'. (hor-ee-blay)

Waist high, and rushing me.

I inhaled and stopped walking, putting my shirt on.  No poodle.

No poodle!

Nothing.  Or, as they say in other languages nada'.  (nah-dah)

Zip.  Zero.  Zilch. 

Random hallucination.

 

(hmmm.  It occurs to me, that it would make a decent anti-drug commercial)


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