so i narrowly escaped a vicious mauling by a mangy anklebiter yesterday. the little fucker (bless his heart) lunged at me as i passed. he missed my leg but got a firm grip on my pants. good thing he was being walked by an 80-year-old man or else i would have drop-kicked that sucker into the next county.

i'm not really angry about it, though. i need new pants anyway.