Angel of HaShem wrote:
PS- You never answered my question-
From what did your dog Chubby evolve?
It's Cubby. Probably a descendant of wolves. No smarter
though. But a lot more tame...
And why did you kill him?
Cubby was a little black Cairn Terrier. Not much bulk.....
I came out of the store and saw Cubby curbing himself. when
the truck pulled up to park, and crushed my dog between the
front tire and curb. I saw, and heard it happen. He yelped. I ran
over to him and squatted down. He was laying on his right side,
tongue hanging out, (it was always hanging out) blood coming
from his nose and mouth. He was not moving, and yes, a little
5 year old took his massive right hand. Trying to get him up by,
nudging him. Very gently. Telling him; "Come on Cubby. Get up."
Nudge, nudge, "Come on Cubby We have to go home. Cubby.
CUBBY!!!"
No, No, No....That's not the way you told the story the first
time.....You said that you "shook"
poor Chubby (probably severing his spinal cord).
Don't revise your story to make you look like you didn't kill
Chubby.....You did. Face it.
As far as my dead wife goes....That was many years
ago, but as long as I remember her and keep her fresh in our 5
children's minds, she is alive in
some way. She died of an inoperable brain tumor.
I have cried my tears and honor her by raising
our 5 children the best I can. None of my kids
EVER swear around me...And I don't swear around
them. My oldest will be graduating from Northeastern this year and
going right into the
US Army (Like dear ol dad). I have a daughter that
goes to St. A's in Manchester. All are honor roll,
study mixed martial arts and were taught to shoot
straight by yours truly. I date like a ***** now,
but 3 months is about all they can take of me. Then, it's on to another
one. I refuse to cut down
on my time w/ the kids to bang chicks. My youngest
is 13 and soon enough will be gone off to seek her
own fame and fortune.
I live my life by MY rules. I raise my kids MY way.....They took after
their mother and didn't
raise hell like I did as a kid.
I figure that if they don't turn out to be serial killers or whackjobs
like YOU, then I've succeeded.
Thanks Harlow. You made my fucking day. You're a fucking
*****....
Just smoke some more pot...That'll do it!
Why don't you come to the plant.
Anytime. Just give me a time and place.
I would like you to situate
yourself into a 'four ton punch press'. I'll bring it down slowly
in the 'setup mode', and crush your entire body to about an inch
or two from the 'anvil', not run over you with a 'smack down',
just crush all of your innards, and then lift the press and see how
long you live. I won't nudge you. Chances are very good, you'd
be dead already.....
Sweet.
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