Off-topic Big Dog II

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LOL Big Dog on Crunch Time, making a passionate plea to Bryce Gibbs why it's all gone pear shaped?

Over a family feast KFC bucket that Big Dog won't let Gibbs eat anything but the wings. Drumsticks belong to the big dog.
 
Next chapter will be up tonight or tomorrow night, guaranteed.
I come in to this thread and see you welching on your guarantee Dub.

I was almost going to read it too :drunk:
 

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Chapter V


Big Dog swung his fist with all his might. His flesh rippled and cascaded against itself along the length of his bicep. The world slowed down around him. His saw his pudgy finger clenched flying towards the indigenous man’s face.


What was he doing?


He felt the warmth in his pants spreading down his legs, he could imagine the smell wafting up into him. Why would anyone do this to the Big Dog? He’s the man of the people. Why would anyone attack him?


The fist no longer felt attached to him. He watched in horror as it sailed over the forehead to the indigenous man.


His jawbone burst up into his tongue as the indigenous man thrust his fist into Big Dog’s.chin.


Blood spurted from his lips.


The crimson droplets flew through the air.


Big Dog swung again, putting his entire body behind the punch. This time it sailed past the indigenous man’s head. He fell forward. His body flopped onto the ground.


His body resembled a starfish carcass. Splayed across the floor.


Browny stepped over him, his voice rumbled.


“I think it’s time to go Harley.”


The indigenous man walked back inside, flicking his cigarette in the back of Big Dog’s head before spitting.


“Look at the ****ing mess you are.”


Browny pulled out his phone and made a call.


“Mike?”


“Yeah.”


“Big Dog is out, he’s ****ing embarrassing for us all.”


“Well I don’t know what you want me to do?”


“Yeah I reckon I that could be difficult.”


“Alright, sorry Mike, I’ll work it out.


Browny lifted the bulk of Big Dog over his shoulders. He felt the weight crushing his suit.


“This is worse than playing for ****ing Vossy.”
 
No Erin Reilly running in to save the day with a feminist tirade?
Writes itself that one

Say what you want about Big Dog, but Erin Riley isn't fit to lick the spilt beer off his shoes.
 

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