Johnny was walking old Rover around the block. Old Rover was a little bit sick. They were walking along. Some of the local bullies walked up.
“Hey, what’s wrong with your dog? Oh is your dog sick?” they taunted. “Oh, sick little stupid dog.”
That was too much for old Rover to take. The diarrhea was built up real good in his intestines. He raised his left rear leg, aimed, and projected a dark brown stream of diarrhea at the bullies.
“Oh shit!” they screamed.
But it wasn’t enough. Old Rover stood on his rear legs, balancing precariously. His belly was hurting. He gagged and then threw up all over the bullies – big chunky dog puke.
“God – disgusting!” screamed the bullies.
And then he pissed on them and flicked dirt on their faces. But that didn’t have anything to with being sick. He was just fucking mad at that point.