look at me
Aug 13th, 2008 by charlotte
No Handlebars / Flowbots
beth and i were walking dumbass late the other night and when we returned home to find that she had been locked out. while we were trying to find keys to get her in the house we realized that dumbass was missing. so we quietly tried calling him and scanning the dark bushes to find him when suddenly i noticed extra sloshing from my mother’s koi pond (yet another remodel).
dumbass had somehow gotten himself into the pond, but since the walls are high (or the pond is deep, whatever) he was unable to get himself out. so he kept swimming around and around until beth and i realized that one of us was going to have to get in the pond and push the 65 lb golden retriever out. being that beth is a hippie who hardly ever wears shoes, and wears shorts that really epitomize the name “shorts” she was the clear candidate. i got to move the front end of this genius bus.
we finally got him out, without waking the neighborhood and then had to drag him away from the pond into the yard because he wanted to get back in. i call him dumbass and yet i’ve dated men dumber than him. so who is really the dumbass here? let’s not answer that question.