daschund

neverending, mad twists of crazy conversation between a daschund and its owner this is for everyone who shouldnt be reading this. train has left and there is no return. looking for glasses, which we are already wearing

The dude has a drink of soda water. Returns to find Dasch on his bed.

dude: can you at least scoop over. it's my spot. (Dude pushes Dasch away)

dasch: so you just resort to violence. that tells me alot about who you are. i see.

dude: i am not here to impress you anyways.

dasch: you are a kind of person who would do anything to make ends meet.

dude: yes and you are out of my way. mission cleared.

dasch: why don't you apply the same principle to making a living. you know you are like a parasite living off of parents.

dude: so you are bringing that up and preparing for another battle?

dasch: if you are so triggered to say that, i guess you can believe that.

dude: i am not a parasite. i am more like in a symbiosis with my parents. we are benefiting each other, it's a family harmony.

dasch: I don't see how they are benefiting your living with them.

dasch: why are you talking to stupid?

dude: well at least i didn't call you they or zee.

dasch: you can see clearly i got the dangling thingy just like you.

dude: yeah you don't have to flash it to me.

dude: okay, i acknowledge its existence.

dasch: now it's your turn to prove.

dude: stop being ridiculous. i'm not gona do that.

dasch: so you cannot prove your manhood.

dude: it's in my underwear, don't worry. it needs privacy. mine is not like yours. yours is supposed to be on display. if you don't like it that way, get your self a diaper.

dasch: i'm pretty sure you are hiding it because it's smaller than mine and it's puny.

dude: why are you obssessed with my testicle? and now you are making false claims.

dude: i don't want to. you are being perverted and assertive at the same time. this is a sexual harassment.

dasch: come on we are in the boy's lockerroom. what is there to feel shame.

dude: i don't know what kind of freindship you are looking for but this dick flashing is not what it's supposed to be about.

dasch: okay, i give up. i won't ask about it any further. I hope it doesnt rot in there. Take good care of it.

dude: once again, your sexual verbal abuse is terrifying my thingy.

dude: it has already stopped growing long time ago.

dasch: but it's hardly visible, it's never gona see any light hidden under that underwear. it might be suffocating to death. look at mine. it's always breathing and lively. you gota let it return to nature.

dude: i am not a tarzan so it belongs to a civilization. it stays where it is. you are not gona kidnap my dick.

dasch: anyways, so much talk about dick. how productive. this knowledge sharing.

dude: we didn't have to until you misled us.

dasch: you made it compelling because you were hiding it so much.

dude: it's meant to be hidden. i'm not a dog. it's not supposed to be dangling around on a freefall. just accept and respect our differences.

dasch: i thought it could be our common ground as two big boys.

dude: we don't have to be connected in that regard. it's weird. so stop it. you freak.

dasch: at least i tried. dismantling the wall between us.

dude: no, dick flashing will make that wall more unbreakable. And we want that wall to exist between our testicles. we do not want to unite. we want to be ununified.

dasch: i guess mine will be mine and yours will be yours in total separation.

dude: yes, that's how it's supposed to be and that is the nature we don't want to ruin.

Dasch exits, dangling his thing. Dude checks his thing, safely kept as before.