This poem really happened. It is 100% t-totally true. I have gotten thousands of cool emails about it because it is posted in one of my websites. i thought i would share it with you. How i got my nick dog8mybag. I had no idea what was wrong with my pooch until..... Dog8mybag I Got In Late From Work, My Dog Looked Kinda Dead. Her Tongue Was Hanging Out, Eyes Rolled Up In Her Head. I Put Her In The Car, I Took Her To The Vet. I Said Hey Doc Look, Please Try To Save My Pet. It Looks Like She's Been Poisoned, I Hope Were Not To Late. I'll Pump This In Her Stomach, Then She'll Regurgitate. She Struggled Up On All Fours, Im Talkin Barely Able. Then All Of The Sudden, She Puked All Over The Table. We Looked Down At Her Barfings, My Thought Was She's Not Dyin. About That Time Doc Said, Son Your Dogs Brain Is Fryin. It Looks Like Marijuana, And She Really Ate A Lot. My Mind Began To Ponder, That Was Some Killer Diller Pot. I Said I Hope You Like Honesty, I Know It's A Bit Of A Drag. But Doc You Gotta Listen, I Think My Dog Ate My Bag.
It Looks Like Marijuana, And She Really Ate A Lot. My Mind Began To Ponder, That Was Some Killer Diller Pot. best part of the poem right there... awsome story