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Friday, July 22, 2005

 

Short Story: Cuddles

A pal-O-mine told me a story of how he once smoked up with a bunch of his friends, and coincidentally that day, his friend left her dog, Cuddles, with him to be watched for the day.

So, Cuddles went up next to him, triggering his curiousity for cannabis and puppy. He blew the smoke at the doggy. It didn't move away, or recoil in any way. They continued smoking and Cuddles sat next to them the whole time.

After a while, they finished and pal-O-mine moved off the couch for a while. Upon his return, he observed that Cuddles hadn't moved for the entire duration of the joint. He called out to Cuddles, "Cuddles, Cuddles" but Cuddles just sat there. Drawing his finger, he pushed Cuddles to the side softly and Cuddles just slowly fell lopsided. And laid there. Stoned.

He went to sleep next to Cuddles. Cuddles slept on his arm (this is your "aww how cute" moment) and in the morning when he woke up, Cuddles had vommited all over his arm.

Tis a beautiful story. I hope you share the humour.