Good morning Cape Breton.
Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home.
I thought everyone should know, it's the Big Guy's Birthday. He would be 399 in dog years. Is that old? Obviously it is for a dog. But he isn't a dog.
Although there is this story he told once, where he was called a dog.
So if you have seen pictures of the Big Guy when he was younger, you would see, he wasn't always as heavy as he is now. He used to be married to this one lady, and her name was Debbie. They also lived in Lakefront Apartments.
So it used to get really hot in those apartments. So hot, that the Big Guy used to sleep in the nude. They would only have the one sheet on top of them and they would be sweating all night long. The windows would be open, but still no relief from the heat.
It was early morning. Your not quite awake just yet, but you are aware of your surroundings.
The Big Guy was laying on his right side and he was facing away from Debbie.
Debbie decided that she was feeling a little "amorous" at the time. So she decided she would "spoon" the Big Guy to wake him up.
He woke up alright.
Now, he is all sweaty.
There is pressure in his belly.
FART!
But because of all the sweatiness... Debbie screamed and called him a fucking dog.
He always ends the story right there. I'm not sure why. I'd love to hear the rest of it. Wouldn't you?
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