To the man who talked to me when I was like a crazy woman trying to find my dog, and then knocked on my door to see if I had found him (I did), thanks. And the fact that you bought me a bag of doggie treats, well… what a big heart you have! Mind you, you’re not hard on the eyes, either. Yummy blue blue eyes. Hope I see you again! You’re kinda neat, me thinks. Thank you again for your kindness, Mister. —Just a Gal in Dartmouth
This article appears in Aug 4-10, 2011.
The knocking on your door and bringing your dog treats was his way of saying he’d like to get to know you dumbass. Now the balls in your court.
Did you absolutely need to say that? Ruined a nice story by calling her that.
She was veing flip.
She didn’t ruin anything.
Dumbass.
🙂
Gotcher back, Mommabear.
And I agree. He was telling you something probably. Sounds like a very classt and sweet guy.
Let us know if you see him again, please.
Dumbass.
:)!
I love it when they get ruined. 🙂
vag slurping, nasal nuggets.
boom. done.