Ever been chased by a bulldog? I’ve been. Scariest thing in the world, I tell you. Though my brush with the bulldoggy took place in college days, the memory is horribly vivid. Here's what transpired...
It was a lovely evening with lovely lasses pottering randomly around the market place. I was stationary at a popular ice-cream parlor with an old pal of mine, having licks at a cone and eyeing (not to be confused with ogling) playfully every pretty face that managed to catch my fancy.
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