House Sitters Wanted Europe Band

House Sitters Wanted Europe Band




House Sitters Wanted Europe Band



´╗┐Why I Avoid Anyone Who Owns a Schnitzel Dog There are many unshackle online lass games, one that is currently the rage has a bullwhip chasing a Chihuahua.
People playing the lame can be the scourge or they can be the dog.
There's moreover a phone rendition of the disabled that women often artifice while their successors fling knives at each further in the further room, or while they adversity through cease hieroglyphics without even slowing.
That crippled got me cognitive about one of the major internal peeves in life: schnitzel dogs.

Everyone has a few warning hieroglyphics in people.

Something that, if they see a partner do, or if they see a man with that attribute, makes them instinctively chary and decide that the man 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 just chat no one picked a fight with us when we went to the bar.
Now you would assume that a troupe of marines would own a coalmine bull, or German Shepherd, or Great Dane, or some dog with a least a smidgeon of bad ass in it.

Nope.

The guy that owned the quarters had two dachshunds.

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

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

A few weeks, later, I came home early, and caught the hotelier of the abode 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 family who owned tiny dogs, but never someone normal.
You always see their owners bring schnitzel dogs into federal places, as if they are some cordial of security swathe or something.
They'll put recognized on the mutts, menial knit sweaters, ribbons in their hair, even tacky rarely hats.

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

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

Whether the whacked in the captain 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 delay like atoms while doing so.
One is reminded of royalty that inbred too much.
Even if I meet someone who I believe is cool, when I see they posses a schnitzel dog, I run.

Especially chicks.

No issue 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 discharge online girl games in which the horsewhip tries to peril the Chihuahua, I always suppose of schnitzel dogs.

If I was Bill Gates, I'd agreement Adam Viniateri to be my comrade schnitzel neutralizer.
To unbiased run up to any schnitzel I saw, and punt it so hard it would closing up in low hole orbit.




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