Post by maverick on Aug 2, 2004 6:41:04 GMT
Midget, you aint that small mate. It could be a lot worse........
I was in Crossgates on saturday afternoon, and as I turned out of the arndale centre, I noticed a REAL midget, (infact he was a dwarf), walking about 10 metres in front of me. There was also a woman walking a dog walking towards us both. I could see the dog staring at the little fella, probably confused by his size and was eyeing him up. As the dwarf passed by, the dog put its face right into the dwarfs & barked at him. The dwarf shat himself and recoiled away from the dog, and ended up in a heap on the ground. The dog then just went for him, pulling its owner across the path as she tried to restrain it.
It would normally be at this point that your kind hearted, public spirited maverick, would leap in to seperate dwarf from dog and save the day. However, Id been STACKING that morning, and as I approached them, I felt the urge to laugh. It started as a simper (like Inspector Dreyfuss in Pink Panther), and by the time I got right next to them Id been trying so hard to hold it in, that I farted. I know its scandalous, it must be my age, but this was no ordinary guff, this was a glass breaker, straight off the treble cleff, around Top C I think. I had intended to help, but now as the dwarf, the woman and the dog just stared at me, having just heard (and would soon smell) my gaseous gift, I burst out laughing., right in their faces. I was howling as I walked off and had to have a cig in a side street to compose myself. The dog stopped savaging the wee man tho, so I did save the day, sort of.
Thought that might cheer anyone up who has a bad head from a heavy weekend and has just walked into work. At least you werent attacked by a dog, farted on & laughed at all in 20 seconds.
I was in Crossgates on saturday afternoon, and as I turned out of the arndale centre, I noticed a REAL midget, (infact he was a dwarf), walking about 10 metres in front of me. There was also a woman walking a dog walking towards us both. I could see the dog staring at the little fella, probably confused by his size and was eyeing him up. As the dwarf passed by, the dog put its face right into the dwarfs & barked at him. The dwarf shat himself and recoiled away from the dog, and ended up in a heap on the ground. The dog then just went for him, pulling its owner across the path as she tried to restrain it.
It would normally be at this point that your kind hearted, public spirited maverick, would leap in to seperate dwarf from dog and save the day. However, Id been STACKING that morning, and as I approached them, I felt the urge to laugh. It started as a simper (like Inspector Dreyfuss in Pink Panther), and by the time I got right next to them Id been trying so hard to hold it in, that I farted. I know its scandalous, it must be my age, but this was no ordinary guff, this was a glass breaker, straight off the treble cleff, around Top C I think. I had intended to help, but now as the dwarf, the woman and the dog just stared at me, having just heard (and would soon smell) my gaseous gift, I burst out laughing., right in their faces. I was howling as I walked off and had to have a cig in a side street to compose myself. The dog stopped savaging the wee man tho, so I did save the day, sort of.
Thought that might cheer anyone up who has a bad head from a heavy weekend and has just walked into work. At least you werent attacked by a dog, farted on & laughed at all in 20 seconds.
