I've Gone to the Dogs
Last night I went to the dogs. I can't say I cared for it that much.Basically, you stand in a ridiculously smokey bar (I can't wait for the smoking ban), on uncomfortable seats, drinking crap beer and every so often you go and give a man behind a counter some of your money. In return he gives you a worthless slip of paper reminding you how much money you gave him, and the name of a dog. A dog that is pretty much gauranteed to come last in the 30 second race that follows.
I would tell you more, but someone has just sat down next to me and started to eat an apple, so I must leave now.
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