It is hard out here
Check out yo booooy here agin. Last time it was New York’s Newsday and not it is local, Torn Slatterns and Nugget Ranchers
http://www.signonsandiego.com/sports/20061027-9999-lz1s27galry.html
Yessir, I got this country surrounded.
If the St. Louis Cardinals beat the Detroit Tigers tonight in game five of the World Series, Detroit will get the last thing it needs: 40 more people who aren’t going to work.
Since you asked:
So there I am on a beautiful Saturday morning , about as Fall-like as it gets around here, in front of the local bagel shop, when I see a woman about 60 and she is walking the cutest little yellow Labrador puppy.
Now everybody has a default goofy baby talk voice for dogs, mine sounds like a really drunk Bullwinkle. But I am so goofy about puppies, especially Lab puppies, that seemingly with no control from my brain, the voice gets wrenched up times ten to really stupid. And that is right what I launched into when I saw this lady’s puppy bounding at me all paws and ears:
“Whoooa, wases dats my widdle puppy wuppers? Yesseses it wasseses my widdle biddy pupper wuppers duppers.”
Feel free to puke.
So I am in full puppy snuggling, fat fuzzy tummy rubbing, muzzle nuzzling mode, when the lady says to me in a very slow and deliberate way;
“Please . . . be . . . gentle . . .with . . . the . . .puppy. You . . . . like . . . little . . .puppies? That . . . is…. so . . . sweeeeeeeet.”
Suddenly I get a really confused look on my face, stop petting the puppy and ask her;
“Excuse me, Lady, why are you talking to me like that?”
The lady gasped and covered her mouth in surprise and said;
“On my word, I am so sorry. I thought you were retarded.”
She probably isn’t the first and, sadly, she won’t be the last.
http://www.signonsandiego.com/sports/20061027-9999-lz1s27galry.html
Yessir, I got this country surrounded.
If the St. Louis Cardinals beat the Detroit Tigers tonight in game five of the World Series, Detroit will get the last thing it needs: 40 more people who aren’t going to work.
Since you asked:
So there I am on a beautiful Saturday morning , about as Fall-like as it gets around here, in front of the local bagel shop, when I see a woman about 60 and she is walking the cutest little yellow Labrador puppy.
Now everybody has a default goofy baby talk voice for dogs, mine sounds like a really drunk Bullwinkle. But I am so goofy about puppies, especially Lab puppies, that seemingly with no control from my brain, the voice gets wrenched up times ten to really stupid. And that is right what I launched into when I saw this lady’s puppy bounding at me all paws and ears:
“Whoooa, wases dats my widdle puppy wuppers? Yesseses it wasseses my widdle biddy pupper wuppers duppers.”
Feel free to puke.
So I am in full puppy snuggling, fat fuzzy tummy rubbing, muzzle nuzzling mode, when the lady says to me in a very slow and deliberate way;
“Please . . . be . . . gentle . . .with . . . the . . .puppy. You . . . . like . . . little . . .puppies? That . . . is…. so . . . sweeeeeeeet.”
Suddenly I get a really confused look on my face, stop petting the puppy and ask her;
“Excuse me, Lady, why are you talking to me like that?”
The lady gasped and covered her mouth in surprise and said;
“On my word, I am so sorry. I thought you were retarded.”
She probably isn’t the first and, sadly, she won’t be the last.