Peter_Torque
Grill Instructor
Registered: May 2002
Location: No. California
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I have two golden retrievers, who would exuberantly announce his presence and then start bringing him tennis balls, sticks and nylabones. Then they would turn on me and wiggle as they licked my face and knees. (They adore knees, for some reason. We live at the beach so I'm in shorts 24-7. I don't think they like people in long pants.)
I would appear in the doorway, say "that you, hon?" and he would see a 6' 3" 230 lb. man who looks like a distant relative of Uncle Fester.
Though my first instinct would be to sic my wife on him, I'd probably think of a way to turn this to my advantage first. Maybe, as he started to flee, I'd yell "wait! My wife is Scottish! Take some of this atrocious shit with you! Please, for the love o' god, man, at least take the tartan drapes and that ugly goddamn clock! And here, take these ugly fucking nick-nacks and little dolls from Edinburgh castle... I swear, I'll pay you!"
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