14 of 210 : Aunt Peggy
My father’s sister had the voice of a foghorn. Those garish red toenails on her piggy little feet were a constant source of fascination for me. One day her malamute tried to rape me, and only a cattle prod, turned to the highest power, was finally able to dissuade him.
posted by Sewa Yoleme @ 7:53 AM
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HA! Love this image...
So did my Uncle Jimmy, who just stood by laughing while the damned dog was pinning me to the ground with his teeth around my throat, humping for all he was worth.
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