About me, a dog, and the side of the road...
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Another semi-short story that happened during my junior year of high-school with me and 2 other friends. Me, Randy, and his girlfriend Lauren go out on some old back roads to chill and have a few drinks. Well, after some time, when the liquids build up in the body, ya just gotta go...
Randy pulls his jacked up Dodge over and lets me out while he gets a few more drinks out of his toolbox. I'm chilling on the side of the road, minding my own business, doing my business. Then I hear Randy yell at me, "Erick! Watch out, there's some dogs running at ya!" I pretty much freak out, I'm thinking it was a coyote coming to kill me.
Well, it was either plan a) stand there, finish, and hope for the best that its a cute lil bunny rabbit...or b) run away and more than likely have piss all down your leg. Now, I'm sure you all think I did plan B...no...I had to go REALLY bad. I yell at Randy to get his shotgun, not sure if he had it or not. He gets a bat or something and gets out of his truck.
Then his girlfriend, Lauren, starts yelling, "NOOO, dont kill it! PLEASE!". I said a few choice words and remind Randy to kill it...
Randy better be glad that was a nice dog and didnt rip me to pieces...cuz he just sat there and took orders from Lauren. We ended up playing with the dog for a lil while, haha...even though it was a pitbull, it was nice.
I thought it was a funny story...you'd prolly just have to be there to laugh at it.
