Well, it was a tad (just a tad) large for the critter, and tended to bind his back legs, so he just stood on his back two legs and hopped around the living room, with his front legs only exposed from the elbows up - sorta looked like a tiny dayglo orange tailless tyrannasarus which'd had a terrible genetic labratory accident with a kangaroo. His wife and I busted up laughing so hard that Pete had to leave the room. In fact, he left the house... down the drive to the end and leaned against the back of his pickup, cause it hurt to laugh... but he could still hear us.
Being the great friend I am, I walked out of the house, mostly out of breath and tears running down my face from laughing, and asked Pete "you okay man?" He curled up even more, obviously caught in the dilema of laughing and hurting at the same time, and started up the street to get away from me.
Being the great friend I am, I followed him...
Did you give him a hug to let him know how much you cared?
Pete, did you let him hug you?
ROFL! When I got home from emergency surgery, a friend gave me a hilarious book which I opened and read, and laughed so hard it blew all my stitches and I had to go back for more.
It’s funny now but I can’t tell it as funny as you!
Thanks for the LOL!
Being the great friend I am, I followed him...
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Oh the imagery..
you followed at a safe distance, no doubt.
btw, or so I hear, the last thing ya want to do is rip the stitches.
Nothing worse than a pile of greasy spoon restaurants and fast food joints every so many miles on the freeway. Abuse your colon at your own risk. We got truckin’ in the family so I know the drill. It ain’t purty.. (damn I could go for a greasy burger & fries and bowl of chili about now)
W’ell ain’t you a good friend.
That shiite hurts.