OR KILL ME!! - Principia Discordia

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Now, Bowzer has always been an aware dawg. He picks up on
emotions quite quickly...And he was walking around Cheryls
feet, stiff-legged. NOT a good sign. Thing about Bowzer, he
rarely growls...he seems to feel that warnings should not be
necessary. Bud, however, was too enraged to notice.
Glancing up, I saw Steve behind the bar, face white. He knew.
He looked at me, and pointed at the phone. I shook my head,
and he began to grin. Crazy Steve might be a slimeball, too, but
sometimes he knows when to shut up and enjoy the fun.
Bud tried to regain his composure, which sent Cheryl into a fit
of the giggles. Bud snarled something I didn't catch, and
grabbed her wrist.
The result was ugly, yet funny. Picture the look on the face of a
man who has suddenly realized that his dick is in an operating
quisenart...which is about the best analogy that I can think of,
as Bowzer clamped down on Bud's crotch. Not a sound out of
the little beast, just silent, efficient mayhem to the genitals.
Bud shrieked, and began to beat at the dawg's head...which, of
course was utterly ineffectual, except to draw more hoots from
the crowd. Crazy Steve had an odd grin on his face, as if finally
realizing how FUNNY this type of thing can be, when it's not
happening to him.
Cheryl and I finally got Bowzer off of him, and Cheryl told
him what a GOOD dawg he was. Bud lay on the floor, and
moaned something about the cops. Cheryl snickered, "Listen
you little creep, you talk to the cops, and I do, too. What do
you think they'll do when I tell them that our sex was NOT
consensual?"
I darted a glance at her, shocked, but she just winked at me.
Heh. She looked down at the poor bastard, and giggled at the
or kill me