Not really a proper story, but another thread this morning reminded me of it.


By now many of the regulars will know that I have a Yorkshire Terrier. Most will also know that I am quite a big bloke, 6'5", so you can imagine that I look quite silly walking down the street with the Yorkie (hereafter known as Pebbles).

Anyway, late on Saturday night I was walking the dog and this car pulls up next to me and the driver says to me "why don't you get a real dog?" and he and his car-full of wanker friends start cackling like old drunken whores down in Devonport. So I put my face right through the window and look past him at his (assumedly) girlfriend in the front passenger seat and say to him "and why don't you get a real girlfriend, that one's a dog".

I know, it was mean.

Obviously the story doesn't end there, but that's all you need to know, after all this isn't the confessions thread

Mean but oh so definately required...I would loved to have seen their faces at that

Ooooohhh and my pussy cat is Pebblez too (just thought i would add that )
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