One year at Christmas, I was maybe 10, our dog got into the pan full of turkey drippings, ate everything. We went to my uncle's house and left him in the car. When we came out all of the grease in the pan had created quite a launch tube to clear his bowels. There was [expletive] on the ceiling, that's how bad it got. Well my dad cleaned it up as best as he could at the time, in the dark, probably drunk. My uncle came out with a big ass bottle of perfume to address the odor. The ol' Datsun 610 smelled like a strippers [expletive] storm for 6 months.
This story has nothing to do with dog vomit.
yet its unbelievably awesome.
Yeah, cuz you and Jenny just didn't have it. Me and Jenny. We got it. I can unlock her defense with a well-timed through ball and a towering header.