After reading some stories I was reminded (I have no Idea why) about an incident when i was younger.
Me and a friend went together to a friends house warming party...we were both single guys and had been promised lots of single girls so a good night was planned.
Got there and party was already running along nicely so after a few drinks I started my social butterfly impression and tried to see how approachable the girls would be. So off I went doing my best to be funny and normal and not a potential rapist. My mate Kieran just sat in the kitchen laughing at my antics. I started talking with this beautiful young girl and forgot my mate even exsisted....for hours till Dave whos party it was came up.
"sorry mate need your help with kieran"
So back into the back room to find Kieran slurring his words and slobbering over some poor girl who was doing her best to ignore him.
"Come on mate time for bed" the words had hardly left my mouth, when I saw that look everyone gets just before they throw up...I grabed Kieran by the shoulders and tried to get him out into the garden fast...... I failed.....puke went everywhere everyone ran screaming from the room like someone had just walked in with a gun and opened fire.
As soon as we got him outside he stopped puking just long enough to laugh then fall asleep.... Dave told me to put him in spare room with a bucket we did and the regular checks started..... the night was ruined the new house smelt of puke and everyone drifted off home....Me and Dave cleaned up and I was given the sofa.... Great Kieran gets to puke all over it I get to clean and sleep on it. Well sort of It did not smell clean.
So what of the dead dog I hear you ask....It's coming
In the morning not having slept well I went into the spare room and kicked Kieran awake
"come on tosser....you got some appoligies to make."
Dave and his partner were up with the kids having breakfast in the garden despite it been cold. Out we go lots of sorries and don't worry about it's and we headed inside to go. As we walked into the living room for some unknown (well unknown to me) reason Kieran decides he needs to sit and flops into the big fluffv arm chair as he lands all I could hear was a "YELP!"......Kierans face froze in shock...."what the fuck have you done now?"
Kieran reaches under his arse and shows me his hand.....Lying very limp was a small chiwowa (i can't spell that hope you can figure it out) dog. He had sat right on top of it and killed the poor thing....I looked into the garden through the window....Dave and his family had not noticed indeed they were eating breakfast happily.
"Put the thing in your pocket dickhead"
So he did we left and Kieran found a nice spot in the park for our little friend.
Later Dave phoned me asking if I had noticed the dog running out of the house when we had left that morning...."no mate" I stammered to make matters worse I could hear the kids crying in the back ground for their lost dog......
Whenever I remember or tell this story it makes me and everyone who listens to it laugh for all the wrong reasons I know, but no one has ever tried to tell me if they would have done the same or different......So thats my question what would you have done and how the hell do you spell chiwowa.
