Posted by azngeek at September 29th, 2006

That’s a reallly long title. And I believe it might even be an allusion toward a certain boy band. Gasp. Backstreet boys? Shit. My gay tendencies are coming through. Even on the in-ter-net. Fuck. : \ I guess us gay people just can’t hide our tendencies. (Seriously. I’m not REALLY gay. psych can testify. He’s stayed over at my place and was UNTOUCHED. Mostly untouched. LOL)

But yes. I was going for a run one day. And I’ve been thinking about it for a while. A childhood memory. You’d think it would be a fond one. But nooooooo. Fuck no.

It was the summer of 69′. Actually. It wasn’t the summer of 69′. I lie. It was the summer of the year 2000. I was spending yet another holiday in New Zealand. And we were in Hamilton. Visiting.

And one fateful day we decide to visit the park. And we meet this VERY NICE man. Come to think about it. He was far too nice. Might have been a :o paed! Holy shit. I think his nose fell off too. I think you know what I’m getting at. I’ll end it at that. Because he was a very nice man. And he had the most beautiful golden retriever I’d ever ever seen. It’d make any manly-man-man go “Zomg. Kawaiine~~” *stab stab stab*

So yes. What signifiance does it have to my childhood? I’m getting to it. Hold your horses. (You can hold something else too *hint hint* Or not, you’ll understand what I mean with this too)

So the nice man let us play with his dog. (That sounds so god damn wrong) And of course my sister was there. We were playing catch. It was fun. My dogs Rover and Rodger (shut up you now, I actually was too young to remember their names, had them a long time ago, but I would have liked them to have cliched names like the above) had passed away.

The slobber on the ball. The display of my perfect machoness throwing the ball miles and miles away. Or it seemed like miles and miles away at the time. Mmmm. Maybe. Urm. A few feet…. *big emo tear* *sigh* so yea. I think we’ve established that.

And then my sister gets the saliva-ed ball. Lol. Zomg. And then… she calls out the dogs name. And everything went in slow motion. Seconds later I was on the ground…. like what the fuck. The dogs to the left! I’m on the right. And she threw it at my family jewels. *wince*

And that’s all I remember from that day. Slobbery ball. Made contact with my dry balls. And then. Things went blank. My poor poor balls. The horrifying memories… May I sleep well tonight… =P