busta spooges on my couch
A ghastly addendum to the other day's story about hanging out with Shon and the dogs: His Boston Terrier Busta (pictured right), who is over two years old and has never been laid...and who DESPERATELY NEEDS TO GET LAID, at least judging by how he always tries to jam his pink slimy dogpecker up my pug's twat within two seconds of being in the same room with her...ejaculated on my couch. That's right—in the midst of an extended attempted-rape scene featuring Busta as the would-be rapist and Cookie as the would-be rapee, a few quick streams of a gel-like substance shot from Busta's pointy li'l schvanz, landing in splotches all over my couch. It wasn't piss. Shon concurred that Busta had probably experienced the sexual ecstasy of an orgasm. Luckily, it's a vinyl couch, so after commanding Shon to clean it up, things are mostly back to normal...although there are likely hundreds or thousands of dead microscopic Boston Terriers still encrusted on that cushion.
