So I'm playin and havin some fun on the US server when, I go to pick up dogshit.
Im about to have a nervous breakdown.
I have a big overweight English Springer Spaniel who loves eating and probably even more loves shelling out chocolate bombs out his svinctor.
I walk out and it looks like an artillery shelled position. Steamers lay everywhere. So I begin picking them up, and in this Ohio cold, they stick to the damn grass. I take the shovel and try to break the grass from under them to get them out, only to have the force behind my push break the grass and send 5 turdlets flying in all directions. Thats 15 seconds of pain picking up one pile. I finally finish one section of the landmined lawn, and go to another saying in my head "oh god let there be no more", only to find 16 more of the brown dragons waiting to pwn me in the face again.
Now, the worst ones are the ones that have been cooked to perfection. They are relatively new to the outside world after shooting out that big furry asshole. They have been frozen to just the point where the inside remains perfectly warm and smelly and the outside is crisped. These are the worst because as you try to get them from the sticky grass, you pierce the crust like creme brulee and the smell hits you. I nearly had to vomit all over the place.
After finally seeing no more and after my arm got weak from carrying the bag, I looked down in the bag and noticed that in the past month my dog must have blown out 30 pounds of browned fragments of logs into the lawn. It was also very interesting seeing what my dog ate. I saw everything, from Reeses to plastic.
I hope he never shits this much in the future. I got owned.
Im about to have a nervous breakdown.
I have a big overweight English Springer Spaniel who loves eating and probably even more loves shelling out chocolate bombs out his svinctor.
I walk out and it looks like an artillery shelled position. Steamers lay everywhere. So I begin picking them up, and in this Ohio cold, they stick to the damn grass. I take the shovel and try to break the grass from under them to get them out, only to have the force behind my push break the grass and send 5 turdlets flying in all directions. Thats 15 seconds of pain picking up one pile. I finally finish one section of the landmined lawn, and go to another saying in my head "oh god let there be no more", only to find 16 more of the brown dragons waiting to pwn me in the face again.
Now, the worst ones are the ones that have been cooked to perfection. They are relatively new to the outside world after shooting out that big furry asshole. They have been frozen to just the point where the inside remains perfectly warm and smelly and the outside is crisped. These are the worst because as you try to get them from the sticky grass, you pierce the crust like creme brulee and the smell hits you. I nearly had to vomit all over the place.
After finally seeing no more and after my arm got weak from carrying the bag, I looked down in the bag and noticed that in the past month my dog must have blown out 30 pounds of browned fragments of logs into the lawn. It was also very interesting seeing what my dog ate. I saw everything, from Reeses to plastic.
I hope he never shits this much in the future. I got owned.
Last edited by eagles1106 (2006-12-02 12:42:21)
