Walked out of a bar with some friends. I'm pretty sure it wasn't Devilwoman as I wasn't in Missouri. This Chiwawa starts barking, well I say something back probably involving the words "sit" or "roll over".
So the pooch goes back to his dog house and we keep walking. About a minute later the dog comes back around the corner growling and showing his teeth. Clearly the dog was rabid. Then he jumped on my back and started humping my leg. I pried cujo off and contemplated hitting him with my beer bottle, but I didn't want to waste a beer.
Everybody disappeared including my bitch wife who later told me she ran off to get the dog officer.
20 minutes goes by and we are at the house shooting up heroin when the dog officer shows up right to my front door with the Chiwawa. They ask "is this the mutt?"
I went to the dog pound but refused to press charges since the dog never actually came on my leg and the pooch now knows where I live.
Sorry for the long post, I honestly have no life and need to make up stories. If you don't like it or believe me, you can kiss NESs' ass.
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