I eventually told my friend. He reacted as you'd imagine, with plenty of heaving and threats of letting his pitbull terrier rape Roxanne. I defended her; he should've had the good sense to not drink from a water fountain in a park, anyways.
Later I made quite a juicy three-pointer. He asked if I had to kiss the goose's ass to get that. I replied that maybe I did, but at least I didn't kiss a dog's ass.
Thinking about it, I regret telling him. We go to that park often; it could've been the gift that keeps on giving.
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