Doggy Style
Flamingoland again.

I’m trying to impress the bosses daughter who fancies herself as a self-styled marketing director.

Now, thinking she might show me her bum I decide that a good photo shoot would be if I don the Sherlock hound costume and pretend to go on the wild mouse ride!

My logic here cannot be argued with – as the ladies on here can confirm - a man dressed a 6 foot 5 dog always makes them get their bums out!

For those lucky many who have not had the displeasure of wearing a costumed character you cannot see a fucking thing out of that massive head. You are relying on your ‘handler’ to keep you out of trouble, stop kids kicking you in the nuts and pulling your tail. And you’re not allowed to speak ‘in case you kill the magic’.

So I walk – hand in hand with said bosses daughter and get on the wild mouse ride – all goes well at first a few photos and job done I think.

No – the ride operator says “fancy a trip round” – no arse shown yet so I thought I’d better do it.

The car sets off with Sherlock Hound in it. It climbs up the hill (enter roller coaster noise ‘clickety clack clickety clack’). Unfortunately the wild mouse ride is a bit wild and it was such a huge task to stop my dog head falling off that I forgot about the photos.

The only ones they got was of Sherlock Hound coming back into the station slumped down in the car like a sack of shit with his head lob sided and slighty twisted.

Safe to say none of the photos were used – and no bum shown either!
(Clit Ninja is having a white space party!, Sat 11 Jun 2011, 21:38, 2 replies)

Flamingoland?
My niece used to work there!
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sun 12 Jun 2011, 11:04, closed)

when? I might have shagged her!

I mean known her! always doing that, sorry.
(Clit Ninja is having a white space party!, Mon 13 Jun 2011, 8:29, closed)