There was that time when we kept being stopped by a man in a fedora and a kilt. We couldn't understand at all what he wanted and then we realised we'd been dragging his French poodle for the last two blocks.
I mean, how were we to know it was his French poodle? You don't expect guy's in kilts to own that sort of dog.
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Date: 2005-12-01 11:34 am (UTC)I mean, how were we to know it was his French poodle? You don't expect guy's in kilts to own that sort of dog.