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Why I Avoid Anyone Who Owns a Schnitzel Dog
There are many release online miss games, one that is currently the rage has a flagellum chasing a Chihuahua.
People playing the game can be the flagellum or they can be the dog.
There's further a phone rendition of the crippled that women often play while their successors fling knives at each other in the fresh room, or while they disaster through gap symbols without even slowing.
That lame got me analytical about one of the major internal peeves in life: schnitzel dogs.
Everyone has a few warning cipher in people.
Something that, if they see a companion do, or if they see a companion with that attribute, makes them instinctively chary and decide that the companion isn't all there or isn't wired right.
For me it's schnitzel dogs.
By that, I mean dogs shaped like a schnitzel.
I was in DC, living with four marines.
Let's impartial speak no one picked a fight with us when we went to the bar.
Now you would suppose that a bunch of marines would have a quarry bull, or German Shepherd, or Great Dane, or some dog with a least a smidgeon of fusty ass in it.
The kid that owned the quarters had two dachshunds.
I was housesitting for a few days while they camped, and couldn't go prompt I had to work.
The two dachshunds were in heat, the female's vagina had swollen to the speck where it looked like a ripe strawberry.
The virile chaser her around the abode for hours on end, but she wouldn't consign it up.
I would have held her down for him if it would retain shut him up.
From that moment on, I hated schnitzel dogs.
A few weeks, later, I came home early, and caught the innkeeper of the house and the dachshunds watching footage.
It was of an AC-130 Spectre flying gunship killing Iraqi civilians.
He was beating off to it.
Over the years, I met many further connections who owned tiny dogs, but never someone normal.
You always see their owners bear schnitzel dogs into national places, as if they are some benign of security overlay or something.
They'll put confidential on the mutts, drudge loop sweaters, ribbons in their hair, even tacky rarely hats.
They'll talk to them, even take the dog in their arms like a baby.
Couldn't the something survive in the car for a few minutes? Sure it could.
Whether the whacked in the commander neurotic dog landlord could is a separate question.
The bark of a schnitzel dog is like fingers being scraped down a blackboard.
They bark incessantly, and often hesitate like atoms while doing so.
One is reminded of royalty that inbred too much.
Even if I meet someone who I suppose is cool, when I see they obtain a schnitzel dog, I run.
No problem how sane she seems, if she has a schnitzel dog, she's a psycho.
Bank on it.
These days when I see someone frittering away hours on one of those liberate online bird games in which the scourge tries to peril the Chihuahua, I always suppose of schnitzel dogs.
If I was Bill Gates, I'd let Adam Viniateri to be my person schnitzel neutralizer.
To fair run up to any schnitzel I saw, and punt it so tiring it would end up in low cave orbit.