When I was on a walk with me dog today I went down to the river bank and lit up a couple bowls. After I was done we headed back home. On the way back my dog ran ahead and went to this little grave yard for pets. What a wierd place? Anyway he walked up to one of the graves and pissed on it, at that exact same time the wind picked up and the church bells rang. I was so scared I thought he had woke up a ghost pet or something crazy. I ran up to the grave stone to look to see what pet he had pissed on. Guess what greated me. My anoying little sister's name. I could not stop laughing about how my dog had pissed on a dead animal's grave which had the same name as my sister. I have not told her yet but I can not wait to see her reaction.
For a minute there, i misread it and thought you pissed on the grave and all that happend. Nonetheless a ghost witha sword should of came out... your sister, i see, i see,.... wait does she have a pet? wtf