Wanna hear “gross”?
Back in 1980, my fiancee and I took his friend back to college in NYC instead of him taking the bus.
Fiancee was driving, his buddy was riding shotgun and I was sitting in the back seat with my Doberman.
At a stoplight, a hooker leaned in the driver side window and said “Some bad boy lookin’ for a good time?”
My fiancee declined and she replied “Honey. I was talkin’ ‘bout the *dog*”.
The fiancee and his buddy had to physically pull me back through the window.
I wanted to tear that perverted slut’s jugular out with my bare hands.
Shoulda just sicced Rover on ‘er