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Thursday, July 01, 2004

Sik, sic, sick

When I was about 12 years old my parents said I could have a puppy. Despite weeks of agonising I couldn't decide what to call him.

Then on his first night in my loving care he was sick. Violently. I named him Vomit.

Strangely, my mother would never call him when we took him for a walk.

Posted by Spluttermonkey at 10:11 pm

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