Dog Sport

October 5, 2010 § Leave a comment

In the cafeteria, on one of the tables, stood a puppy over which one would jump, while just grazing it, and without causing it any harm. A mass of people stood in line to make the jump and had to pay a slip of cash for the opportunity. When it was my turn I took a run forward at a gallop. I picked up a tremendous amount of speed as I approached the table, yet just as I was about to make my jump, my foot somehow slipped and I landed just aside it, hurting my ass so goddamn bad.

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