I was with a friend and we dropped some really nice acid and got pretty bug eyed one night. Come the morning and we where still frying pretty hard at about 7:30 in the morning when his ex wife turned up with their 9yo daughter.
Panic stations.
Apparently the daughter had left her school bag over and they where picking it up so she could go to school. Anyway being the straighter (kind of) of the two I stood at the door talking to her to keep her out the house and my mate went off to grab the bag.
He came back with a lunch box in his hand, some olive oil and the silky terrier under his arm.
"You've been a good kid today, so I'm going to let you take the dog to school! We'll stuff him in your lunchbox and you can take him out at lunchtime and show him to your friends!"
The kid broke into tears immediately to tears.
Cue about ten minutes of angry yelling from the ex wife.
Later he told me the olive oil was to grease up the dog.
Panic stations.
Apparently the daughter had left her school bag over and they where picking it up so she could go to school. Anyway being the straighter (kind of) of the two I stood at the door talking to her to keep her out the house and my mate went off to grab the bag.
He came back with a lunch box in his hand, some olive oil and the silky terrier under his arm.
"You've been a good kid today, so I'm going to let you take the dog to school! We'll stuff him in your lunchbox and you can take him out at lunchtime and show him to your friends!"
The kid broke into tears immediately to tears.
Cue about ten minutes of angry yelling from the ex wife.
Later he told me the olive oil was to grease up the dog.