Friday, September 08, 2006

Where's me fuckin' dog ?

This blogosphere has gone to fuck,I just stepped out for a
minute and some whore's bastard robbed my guard-dog.
If you come across him, let me know and there'll be a
bottle of Jaegermeister in it for you.You'll know it is him
because of the teeth-marks you'll have all over your body.




As I'm here.

All I'm saying is , wouldn't you have to feel a bit sorry for
that Wolfgang Priklopil,imagine,eight years without a
holiday,or even a day off.

15 comments:

Kim Ayres said...

If you're lucky, Glark might be able to escape his new master in less than 8 years. Whether Dr M will leap under a train if he does or not is a bit more debatable.

Dr Maroon said...

It's the times we live in, Barney.
It's a fucking disgrace.
If it's not nailed down...

I think he's pining to get back. He ate the wallpaper today.
How he got in the house, I'll never know.

Perhaps some of the others will take him for a week or two until his master turns up again?

Monstee said...

Am that big or small bottle of Jagermeister? Only reason me ask am cause me not really into beasteality and me would need to be pretty drunk to come across dog like that!

NO pictures.

Binty McShae said...

Jaegermeister!!?? I hate that shit! Give me a bottle of Unicum any day!

fatmammycat said...

It was Maroon!I'm totally telling on him and I claim my hooch.

SheBah said...

FMC - I'm shocked! How could you grass one your most ardent admirer!!

SheBah said...

grass on......even! Damn my clumsy fingers.

fatmammycat said...

Booze Shebah, free booze. He'll understand, he's Scottish.

Charlie said...

I stole your dog. Even now I am training him to be a bomb dog for Al-Qaeda.

Dr Maroon said...

I am Scottish and I understand.
FMC make sure it's none of that foreign rubbidge that one enjoys so much in the tavera with the locals at two in the morning but tastes like hell back home.

fatmammycat said...

Jeagermeister, Doc, I knew you'd understand.

The Dog of Freetown said...

Dogs are disloyal. In many ways women are like dogs. You marry one, then she runs off with your best friend and you're supposed to be happy and act like it's what you wanted, act like you've both reached a mature decision together 'for the best' but in reality was simply engineered to allow her to save face in front of all the other household pets and then thinks she can just turn up when she's had a fight and show you a bit of leg and expect you to come running back and even then you're expected to pick up the vets bills even though you never even wanted it in the first place. In a way. You don't need him, you're better off without.

fatmammycat said...

I havee an email if you ever want to send me your new address, it is fatmammycat@gmail.com

Anonymous said...

Jeagermeister is the reason I spent last saturday night sleeping with my head in a bucket .... tequila, now that gets things done right..
hope you find your dog.

Dr Maroon said...

See?
tu s. tin is new. He knows not about Glark.
I for one will not be tellin' him neither. It's an odd name.
Not Glark, tu s. tin. Any more drink?