Thursday, June 24, 2010

So Wrong



I was walking to work this morning and on my usual route, I sometimes pass two big lesbians taking their adorable Boston Terrier for a morning walk. I noticed that one lesbian was waiting with the dog while the other was walking away at about perhaps 30 feet. I didn't think anything of it. I stayed the course toward the dog to get a peek at its adorableness rather than veering off on a shortcut. After the requisite "awwww," I headed off in the same direction as the other lesbian. At this point, she was coming my way toward her partner; and I must have surprised her because she had a quick frightened look on her face. A few more steps, and I realized why the big bossy butch dyke looked so mortified. The smell that enveloped me was horrendous. Thankfully there was a brisk wind that carried away the scent quickly. I don't know what's in her lesbian diet, but she needs to ADJUST. Or simply start blaming the dog.