The Tweakerzoids...Again
This morning while me and my dogs were enjoying a plate of sausage and eggs there's a knock at the door. Dogs go ape. I have a Boxer and a Pitbull. Both are huge. Both are intact. Both love the hell outta mama. And if they sense any anxiety/danger from me they go into instant ass eating mode. If I was the person with bad intentions on wrong side of butthe othingdoor ass and elbows getting as far away from those huge, very fucking serious guard dogs, in the shortest amount of time humanly possible. Fuck, I'd prolly set the ground on fire hauling ass. But, meth is a hell of a drug, as they do say...where apparently you're afraid of imaginary people stealing from you but not scared of hella serious REAL guard dogs fixing to eat your ass. Go figure...right? Since the dogs didn't alert to a car puling up I knew it had to be the Tweakerzoids from up the road,who always appear like a bad omen out of nowhere and claim that someone is using my property to access the...