Gunga was on the phone, doing his Popeye impersonations between racking coughs over the first cigarette of the day.
He was on his way out to dump his nearly-brimming night bucket.
He failed to notice a diseased puppy in the shadows.
Suddenly the pustule-covered puppy leapt at him, knocking his night-bucket out of his hand and soiling his robes.
Without thought he kicked it, killing it instantly
Fourty years of hard work on his Karma went down the drain in an instant.
The challenge was to take the top 3
emailed photos on yahoo and create a hopefully amusing story about
the sequence. I reserve the right to refuse a disturbing picture, this includes any pictures of celine dion.
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