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Right.
I don't want to hear about how you graduated top of your class from university or how you aced your final P.T. test in the military, I want to hear about the greatest, most humane, most noble thing you've done...while in some sort of state of intoxication.
I'll go first. Perhaps not my finest intoxicated hour (I wouldn't remember anyway, right?), but it's the one that comes to the top of me mind the fastest because it involves a bird near and dear to my heart:
Once I was getting screwy with vodka for a spell after having been dressed as a dame the evening and my roommate's dog keeled over and started breathing real labored like. My roommate (thin, petite lass) was a real sweetheart and loved her dogs more than anything, like children, so she started to get dramatic about it. She called her boyfriend and he gave her a bunch of bollocks as to why he couldn't show up to help the gal get the bloody dog to the vet in his Land Cruiser. She called others but they wouldn't help, the dog started heaving like some preggo, and everything started to go tits up for her and she didn't know what to do. I grew up around animals and didn't have a good feeling about it. Figured the best thing to do at that point was give it its last rites and a complimentary .357M round to the occipital.
Long story short: I changed my attire, made a killer mixed one for the road in a large Nalgene bottle, and helped put her dog in the boot of the auto (picture a large Pit in a Mini-sized auto). Just wouldn't work, so's I held the dog in my arms in the co-pilot's seat as she drove what seemed like forever to the vet. Dog looked sad and frightful so I held its head real mumsy-like to my chest. Still remember it's expression. Poor bitch. Anyway, I ended up sitting with my roommate all the night in the vet's office, taking a swig now and then and just being there for her and the dog. Later they discharged the dog and we went home similar to how we went. I resumed my night of drinking and being a poof.
Turns out the dog had been chewing on avocados from our avo tree and sorta poisoned itself from their skin. Then they also found out it had swallowed an avo seed. Dog was a goner.
R.I.P. Bruce Jack the Pitbull. Was a genuinely playful and friendly dog, unlike many pits. Kinda looked like this dog from Google search:
Any similar experience from you gents?
I don't want to hear about how you graduated top of your class from university or how you aced your final P.T. test in the military, I want to hear about the greatest, most humane, most noble thing you've done...while in some sort of state of intoxication.
I'll go first. Perhaps not my finest intoxicated hour (I wouldn't remember anyway, right?), but it's the one that comes to the top of me mind the fastest because it involves a bird near and dear to my heart:
Once I was getting screwy with vodka for a spell after having been dressed as a dame the evening and my roommate's dog keeled over and started breathing real labored like. My roommate (thin, petite lass) was a real sweetheart and loved her dogs more than anything, like children, so she started to get dramatic about it. She called her boyfriend and he gave her a bunch of bollocks as to why he couldn't show up to help the gal get the bloody dog to the vet in his Land Cruiser. She called others but they wouldn't help, the dog started heaving like some preggo, and everything started to go tits up for her and she didn't know what to do. I grew up around animals and didn't have a good feeling about it. Figured the best thing to do at that point was give it its last rites and a complimentary .357M round to the occipital.
Long story short: I changed my attire, made a killer mixed one for the road in a large Nalgene bottle, and helped put her dog in the boot of the auto (picture a large Pit in a Mini-sized auto). Just wouldn't work, so's I held the dog in my arms in the co-pilot's seat as she drove what seemed like forever to the vet. Dog looked sad and frightful so I held its head real mumsy-like to my chest. Still remember it's expression. Poor bitch. Anyway, I ended up sitting with my roommate all the night in the vet's office, taking a swig now and then and just being there for her and the dog. Later they discharged the dog and we went home similar to how we went. I resumed my night of drinking and being a poof.
Turns out the dog had been chewing on avocados from our avo tree and sorta poisoned itself from their skin. Then they also found out it had swallowed an avo seed. Dog was a goner.
R.I.P. Bruce Jack the Pitbull. Was a genuinely playful and friendly dog, unlike many pits. Kinda looked like this dog from Google search:
Any similar experience from you gents?
