chokey, my perverted little fagdog, sat at my feet, oggling at me with those big brown whimpy eyes while i was having lunch.

ME: you want some of these? (shows him the macaroni and wiggles it)

FAGDOG: *WOOF!* (stands up and wags his tail)

ME: (eats the macaroni bit) you’ve been a very bad dog, barking at me everytime i get home. is that how you greet your master?

FAGDOG: (whimpers and grunts a little, then put his paws on my leg, as if begging me to forgive him. again, pleading with those whimpy eyes)

ME: NO. (snubs)

FAGDOG: (whimpers loudly. walks away slowly. paused. looks back for a second chance.)

nope. he ain’t getting any.