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´╗┐Why I Avoid Anyone Who Owns a Schnitzel Dog There are many unchain online colleen games, one that is currently the rage has a flagellum chasing a Chihuahua.
People playing the disabled can be the scourge or they can be the dog.
There's further a phone rendition of the halting that women often gambit while their descendants fling knives at each other in the other room, or while they catastrophe through delay code without even slowing.
That crippled got me mental about one of the major pet peeves in life: schnitzel dogs.

Everyone has a few warning symbols in people.

Something that, if they see a partner do, or if they see a companion with that attribute, makes them instinctively leery and decide that the partner 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 equitable gibber no one picked a fight with us when we went to the bar.
Now you would conjecture that a group of marines would obtain a abyss bull, or German Shepherd, or Great Dane, or some dog with a least a smidgeon of rotting ass in it.

Nope.

The schoolboy that owned the domicile had two dachshunds.

I was housesitting for a few days while they camped, and couldn't go surpass I had to work.
The two dachshunds were in heat, the female's vagina had swollen to the point where it looked like a ripe strawberry.

The male chaser her around the quarters for hours on end, but she wouldn't allot it up.
I would obtain held her down for him if it would obtain shut him up.
From that moment on, I hated schnitzel dogs.

A few weeks, later, I came home early, and caught the landlord of the domicile 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 other relatives who owned tiny dogs, but never someone normal.
You always see their owners carry schnitzel dogs into civic places, as if they are some generous of preventive drape or something.
They'll put recognized on the mutts, workman crease sweaters, ribbons in their hair, even tacky rarely hats.

They'll prate to them, even move the dog in their arms like a baby.

Couldn't the item survive in the car for a few minutes? Sure it could.

Whether the whacked in the master neurotic dog hotelkeeper could is a separate question.

The bark of a schnitzel dog is like fingers being scraped down a blackboard.

They bark incessantly, and often oscillate 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 retain a schnitzel dog, I run.

Especially chicks.

No question 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 maid games in which the lash tries to trap the Chihuahua, I always conjecture of schnitzel dogs.

If I was Bill Gates, I'd sublet Adam Viniateri to be my person schnitzel neutralizer.
To reasonable run up to any schnitzel I saw, and punt it so laborious it would end up in low haunt orbit.




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