Eve-ntually...

So I was heading to work today as usual, when I saw these two freaky persons, in one freaky truck, having the freakiest look on their face. Since explosions are a big hit at the moment, I said to myself: “Ya benet ya Eve, do your country a national favor and check what their car’s license number is.” What an original strategy, eih? As I made my way around the truck, and slowly lowered my head towards my designated aim, a thundering roar of the most ferocious cannibalistic dogs on earth greeted me most warmly. Now, I should note that I am definitely not a dog person; in other words: I definitely don’t care about dog issues and wouldn’t even think of pitying a “poor little puppy”, with “the most adorable cute eyes”, as some would put it. Mish bass heik, whenever we’re invited to my boss’s apartment, my first reaction is always: “lock the dogs out or I won’t show up!” The whole thing started when one dog chased me, back in my childhood, and I ran away from it as if running for my life... Anyway, the result of my attempt at being a national hero today is: appalled Evy + the two freaky guys turning out to be two internal security freaky guys. Justifiable freakiness you’d say! Well, they had a good laugh those two!

Akh, akh, ya Evy, the things you have to put up with! monstrous dogs, monstrous people.