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Aidey
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Last Saturday I was in Belgium with my wife on a short break, you know the sort of thing. I went for the European culture and my missus went for the cheap booze.
Anyhow, on this particular morning, about 10.00, we were in the town of Sint Nicklaus, not far from Antwerp. We were walking down their main street, and there was just in front of us, a man with a little dog, breed unknown, but wouldnt have made a decent snack for my cat. Its a continental thing.
Anyhow, he had a piece of toilet paper in his hand, and I thought he was bending down to pick up a bit of dog pooh that the little thing had just done.
But, no he didnt.
What he did was....
bend down with the paper.....
lift up the dogs tail....
and wipe its arse with the paper!
I tell you, my wife and I just cried with laughing.
Anyhow, on this particular morning, about 10.00, we were in the town of Sint Nicklaus, not far from Antwerp. We were walking down their main street, and there was just in front of us, a man with a little dog, breed unknown, but wouldnt have made a decent snack for my cat. Its a continental thing.
Anyhow, he had a piece of toilet paper in his hand, and I thought he was bending down to pick up a bit of dog pooh that the little thing had just done.
But, no he didnt.
What he did was....
bend down with the paper.....
lift up the dogs tail....
and wipe its arse with the paper!
I tell you, my wife and I just cried with laughing.