DOGSPOTTING THE GAME SWEEPING THE NATION
At some point in the last month I somewhere read something about this "game" called DOGSPOTTING. While it is quite a simple game, the charm is that it can be played whenever and wherever. The object of the game is to spot people walking dogs.
THE FUCKING RULES AND TERMINOLOGY.
SINGLE DOG -1 point - A person walking one dog.
DOUBLE DOG - 3 POINTS - One person walking 2 dogs. It only counts as a double dog if one person has the leash for both dogs. 2 people who are each walking 1 dog counts as 2 SINGLE DOGS and not a double dog.
TRIPLE DOG - 5 - One person walking 3 dogs.
etc etc
the basic formula for points is ((NUMBER OF DOGS BEING WALKED BY THE SAME PERSON) X 2) - 1
So if you are a retard that means a QUAD DOG is 7 points.
I dominated this game in san fran destroying both spritz and allen. (Allen is awful at dogspotting, he didn't spot a single fucking dog.)
Since I left, apparently Spritz and Allen have played again and Allen once again failed to score even a single point.
NON DOG SPOTTING RELATED INFO BEGINS BELOW THIS LINE
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So about 15 minutes ago I went downstairs to get my paycheck out of my car. As I approached the drivers door I started hearing this odd rustling and clicking sound from behind two big bags of water softener salt. "Must be a mouse caught in one of the mousetraps," I thought. But as I began to unlock the door and open it the sound became louder and more furious. I was tempted to move the bags of salt and find out exactly what the hell was making that sound. Right before going to the garage, I had been reading one of Nate's diary entries referencing the demon orangutan in a suit from babe 2: pig in the city. This noise somehow brought out thoughts of the demon ape. I imagined him hiding in a little cove behind the bags of salt in his horrifying suit, which I imagine to be a cotton blend. 75% terror and 25% cotton, dry clean only. He would be back there making noise to draw my attention and get me to move the bags only to be greeted with his grinning countenance. Needless to say this ended any plans on moving the bags. I fucking hate that Ape.
THE FUCKING RULES AND TERMINOLOGY.
SINGLE DOG -1 point - A person walking one dog.
DOUBLE DOG - 3 POINTS - One person walking 2 dogs. It only counts as a double dog if one person has the leash for both dogs. 2 people who are each walking 1 dog counts as 2 SINGLE DOGS and not a double dog.
TRIPLE DOG - 5 - One person walking 3 dogs.
etc etc
the basic formula for points is ((NUMBER OF DOGS BEING WALKED BY THE SAME PERSON) X 2) - 1
So if you are a retard that means a QUAD DOG is 7 points.
I dominated this game in san fran destroying both spritz and allen. (Allen is awful at dogspotting, he didn't spot a single fucking dog.)
Since I left, apparently Spritz and Allen have played again and Allen once again failed to score even a single point.
NON DOG SPOTTING RELATED INFO BEGINS BELOW THIS LINE
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So about 15 minutes ago I went downstairs to get my paycheck out of my car. As I approached the drivers door I started hearing this odd rustling and clicking sound from behind two big bags of water softener salt. "Must be a mouse caught in one of the mousetraps," I thought. But as I began to unlock the door and open it the sound became louder and more furious. I was tempted to move the bags of salt and find out exactly what the hell was making that sound. Right before going to the garage, I had been reading one of Nate's diary entries referencing the demon orangutan in a suit from babe 2: pig in the city. This noise somehow brought out thoughts of the demon ape. I imagined him hiding in a little cove behind the bags of salt in his horrifying suit, which I imagine to be a cotton blend. 75% terror and 25% cotton, dry clean only. He would be back there making noise to draw my attention and get me to move the bags only to be greeted with his grinning countenance. Needless to say this ended any plans on moving the bags. I fucking hate that Ape.
Labels: DEMON APES, DOG SPOTTING
1 Comments:
lol, that is the best phobia.
The ape drops his suit off at the dry cleaners. He glares, and they understand that they are not to use starch.
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March 31, 2008 at 8:47 AM
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