We're walking back from lunch and we see a big industrial-sized skip....
D: Jasus, look at the size of that skip. I bet yer man that owns it bores people in the pub talking about the size of it and all the other sizes of skips you can order. And everyone's there going yeah yeah skips, right, shut up will ya...
Me: Yeah. I've a brother like that. He doesn't keep skips though, he keeps dogs. And if you get him started talking about them he goes on and on for ages. He's really mad into them, brings them to shows and wins prizes all the time and stuff.
D: Has he many dogs? Like loads, say more than ten?
Me: Well, er I dunno. If one of his dogs had pups then he may have more than ten I suppose. But I think he normally has about six.
D: Six what?
Me: Dogs. Boxers. Adult boxers.
D: He keeps adult boxers?
Me: Yeah. (Pause)
Heh heh, he's got like Mike Tyson and Barry McGuigan and Lennox Lewis all out the back of his house in a shed eating pedigree chum. Ha ha.
D: Yeah. Ha ha. Adult boxers. Maybe he just keeps all these pairs of adult boxer shorts as pets and walks them around on leads and stuff and makes them do tricks.
Me: Yeah ha ha and the little gap where you piss out of, that's where their mouths are and they scurry about the floor barking at strangers like guard knickers, woof woof woof...
D: Yeah. Ha ha. Wish we didn't have to back to work.
Me: Yeah.
Is it any wonder I'm the way I am?
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