-------------Spike! Thank Goodness you came by!! This guy has hurt himself and we're waiting for the ambulance and......No, I don't know who he is!
We were racing up the hill when he ran outta gas and........No, that's not my dog! What F'ING difference does it make WHOSE dog it is?? Hey,....wait a minute! Why are you taking his wallet out, Spike?? Huh??? Spike, That's HIS money Spike, and this is called stealin....What do ya mean, it is ONLY If you get caught??? Put that wallet back.....wait, what are you doing with the pliers, Spike?? What do ya mean there GOLD in them thar teeth??:confused:NOOOOOOO Spike, you can't do that, they call that assault....Who going to stop you??? Well, I AM!!!:thu:Ow!! Take that:pYa don't like it when you get hit, do ya:eek:Holy.....What the hell?? Yeah, I said he wasn't MY DOG, but I guess he doesn't like you either!!! Go on boy, SIC 'EM!!!
Uh......Uh....WOW.....Maybe If ya go limp, he'll stop biting you!!:lol:Good boy, you can let him go.....Ah, when I said you could let him go, I didn't mean to bite him somewhere else!!:rolleyes:Ah well, Spike, here comes the ambulance and the cops:cop:Maybe you can explain the wallet, the pliers, the dog and who the guy on the ground is, but I'm getting the heck outta here, before I end up in the joint trying to find my lawyer's number.....................The REAL Rocker.
What a wanker... Impress yourself much?