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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