MoPHo
Platinum Member
Ok so this much ownage needed to get posted. I was sitting here on my futon and my dog (a 100lb German Shepherd named Kaiser) is laying down next to me. I was sitting cross legged and had my blanket over my entire body, with it overlaying the bottom half of my dog.
And then it began.
A smell. A smell so horrid, I wondered if I had shit my pants without me knowing. Slowly, the fumes were creeping out from the blanket after accumulating and soaking their way into my clothes and skin. Breaking out of their captivity the fumes began their assault on my nasal cavities. With a few amount having escaped the initial attack, the rest sat, waiting for me to pull the blanket off and conduct a Blitzkreig on the surrounding area.
Needless to say, I'm still a little stunned. There was no pulling a blanket over my head so it wasn't a dutch oven, but more like a volcano. When pulling away the blanket, just plumed into a mushroom cloud of pwnage to establish dominance over his master. I think the worst part was that "Safety Smell" you pull when you first smell something gross. That second deep whiff to make sure you're really smelling what you think you are.
So yea. That just happened. And I feel owned. Cue the shame.
And then it began.
A smell. A smell so horrid, I wondered if I had shit my pants without me knowing. Slowly, the fumes were creeping out from the blanket after accumulating and soaking their way into my clothes and skin. Breaking out of their captivity the fumes began their assault on my nasal cavities. With a few amount having escaped the initial attack, the rest sat, waiting for me to pull the blanket off and conduct a Blitzkreig on the surrounding area.
Needless to say, I'm still a little stunned. There was no pulling a blanket over my head so it wasn't a dutch oven, but more like a volcano. When pulling away the blanket, just plumed into a mushroom cloud of pwnage to establish dominance over his master. I think the worst part was that "Safety Smell" you pull when you first smell something gross. That second deep whiff to make sure you're really smelling what you think you are.
So yea. That just happened. And I feel owned. Cue the shame.