British Military Fitness

One of my old friends was really into his fitness, especially the martial elements. Really in to boxing and MMA and stuff like that. He was in pretty good shape, but just a bit weird. An odd dude.

Anyway, aparently, one night when he was walking home from the pub this Doberman come howling out of the night at him, jaws agape and snarling. It jumped right at him so he KILLED the fucking thing. Punched it and stamped on its chest and shit. He thought it was out for his neck so he went no-holds-barred on this poor dog.

Next thing he knows, some middle-aged woman in a pink puffa jacket is calling out for Clarence or something, and turns the corner to find Jake standing over her dog, bloody fists and breathing hard. He fucking legs it, almost understandably, when the realisation dawns on him that it was probably not trying to attack him.

Horrid story, turns my stomach to this day. Probably a decent enough reason to keep dogs on a lead though...

I couldnt help but laugh at the story, probably because all of us know the kind of person that you describe, when you think about it though it's a horrible story.