those dogs. you know those fucking dogs. bull terriers? staffordshire bull terriers? pitbulls? pitbull terriers? all those bloody things. low to the ground. thick with muscle. vise-like jaws. straining at the leash. gasping with impatience. muzzle the thing, dammit. don't let it run free. there are children around. those things. those things. the eyes look blankly malignant. sudden, inexplicable rage and spite. why does anyone want one? why?
why? well, look at this guy here. life hasn't been good to him. he isn't in charge of anybody. someone pushes him around every day wherever he works. the walls are closing in. not much cash. not much idea. he's disappointed. everyone's a prick, he's thinking. I'll fucking show them, he thinks. I'll buy one of those fucking dogs. I'll take it out. anyone looks nervously at the fucking thing and I'll stare the cunt out, he thinks.
SAYS: DON'T WORRY MATE. HE'S FRIENDLY. HE'S ONLY BEING FRIENDLY.
MEANS: YOU FUCKING WEAK LITTLE PRICK. SCARED, ARE YOU? BET YOU FUCKING ARE.
let's turn left here. let's keep out of the way of him and his fucking dog. he's looking for trouble. let someone else give it to him.
WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU, MATE? DON'T LIKE DOGS? FUUUUCK OFFFFF.
why? well, look at this guy here. life hasn't been good to him. he isn't in charge of anybody. someone pushes him around every day wherever he works. the walls are closing in. not much cash. not much idea. he's disappointed. everyone's a prick, he's thinking. I'll fucking show them, he thinks. I'll buy one of those fucking dogs. I'll take it out. anyone looks nervously at the fucking thing and I'll stare the cunt out, he thinks.
SAYS: DON'T WORRY MATE. HE'S FRIENDLY. HE'S ONLY BEING FRIENDLY.
MEANS: YOU FUCKING WEAK LITTLE PRICK. SCARED, ARE YOU? BET YOU FUCKING ARE.
let's turn left here. let's keep out of the way of him and his fucking dog. he's looking for trouble. let someone else give it to him.
WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU, MATE? DON'T LIKE DOGS? FUUUUCK OFFFFF.
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