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Yesterday I found a rotund rat terrier in my front yard. The wiggly beast had, get this, a collar! AND tag with an address! Sparkles lives on the next block over. I put a leash on her and walked her home.
A woman was standing in the driveway. "Is this yours?" I ask.
"Oh. Yeah. I though she was in the house. Thanks." This woman has a long island accent. She takes Sparkles of the leash and as I turn to leave Sparkles follows me. The woman yells, "SPAAKLES, YOU AIN'T GOIN HOME WIT HER! GET THE HELL IN THE HOUSE!"
I waited until I got to the end of the driveway before I died laughing.
John just called. John greatly dislikes the long island accent. I'm surprised he didn't hang up on me. I kept yelling, "SPAAKLES, GIT IN THE DAMN HOUSE!" and laughing in to the phone.
A woman was standing in the driveway. "Is this yours?" I ask.
"Oh. Yeah. I though she was in the house. Thanks." This woman has a long island accent. She takes Sparkles of the leash and as I turn to leave Sparkles follows me. The woman yells, "SPAAKLES, YOU AIN'T GOIN HOME WIT HER! GET THE HELL IN THE HOUSE!"
I waited until I got to the end of the driveway before I died laughing.
John just called. John greatly dislikes the long island accent. I'm surprised he didn't hang up on me. I kept yelling, "SPAAKLES, GIT IN THE DAMN HOUSE!" and laughing in to the phone.
