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print email Source: Editorial: MY DOG SHLOMO – PERFECT IN EVERY WAY BUT…
It's not the dog..
June 19, 2013 | 11:27 AM

I had been with my buds on Elizabeth Street for a feast of steamed dumplings, pork with turnip, and Tsingtaos. Coming back to the loft, we decided to keep the party going and went to the Korean's for more beer. While on the line, I expressed a huge one; it dropped to the floor and then mushroom clouded. The man behind me moaned and ran out of the store. The little dog with the lady two people ahead turned its head and grinned. I announced 'Lady, you should watch what you feed that dog', and the lady responded 'Pal, that didn't come out of this dog'. For once, it wasn't the little dog.

Kevin

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