Went for a walk this eve.
On my travels I came across a man taking his bulldog for a walk (not a euphemism). The dog food over here must have as many calories as the human cuisine, because this thing was the size of a Volkswagen Golf.
I muttered to the owner something along the lines of 'it's a nice little piece of home'.
Then I stroked the K9 for approximately 15 seconds.
I went on my way.
10 metres down the road, I smelt my hand.
It was if I had high-fived the poo-man.
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