My dog Trouser is normally a happy-go-lucky dog. He chases tennis balls, play with other doggies, and eat his dinner without a fuss. He is a dog without a care. But on a fateful autumn afternoon, it would be different.
Trouser and I were out walking, when suddenly from out of the bushes jumped a man all dressed in black. He had white paint on his face, and was gesturing annoyingly. This strange person spoke not a word, but proceeded to pretend that he was trapped in a box and that he was pulling on a long rope. Sensing the sheer horror of the situation, Trouser took it upon himself to rectify things. With a low growl he jumped and sank his teeth into this annoying pseudo clown's leg.
Trouser immediately got a sickened look in his eyes and began to vomit. In one of those terrible lesson that life teaches us from time to time, Trouser learned...
(yep, here it comes.....)
A mime is a terrible thing to taste.
Trouser and I were out walking, when suddenly from out of the bushes jumped a man all dressed in black. He had white paint on his face, and was gesturing annoyingly. This strange person spoke not a word, but proceeded to pretend that he was trapped in a box and that he was pulling on a long rope. Sensing the sheer horror of the situation, Trouser took it upon himself to rectify things. With a low growl he jumped and sank his teeth into this annoying pseudo clown's leg.
Trouser immediately got a sickened look in his eyes and began to vomit. In one of those terrible lesson that life teaches us from time to time, Trouser learned...
(yep, here it comes.....)
A mime is a terrible thing to taste.
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