Comments: Legends come alive.

I can hear it now, cries from all over Illinois, women screaming and hollering for 'Contagion the Chihuahua Slayer' to come save them and their broods from these evil packs of punt puppies! Heh heh heh

Posted by Bou at October 11, 2005 04:16 PM

Now who WOULDN'T have laughed if their significant other calls them at work and tells them this story??? C'mon, it's chihuahua's for goodness sake!

Posted by ktreva at October 11, 2005 06:22 PM

Joss Whedon presents:

"Contagion: The Chihuahua Slayer"

Yo Quiero Taco DEATH!

Posted by Harvey at October 11, 2005 09:43 PM

*just grinning*

Posted by That 1 Guy at October 11, 2005 11:45 PM

I'm with the wife, fell out of my chair laughing!

Posted by oddybobo at October 12, 2005 08:34 AM

ROTFLMAO! Thanks, I needed a good laugh.

Posted by vw bug at October 12, 2005 12:55 PM

You do realize that if you are killed and eaten by chihuahua's i WILL make fun of mercilessly at the funeral, right? You're mom's side of the family would be pissed, but your dad's would be joining in....

Posted by Graumagus at October 16, 2005 09:10 AM

Oddly enough, you're not alone! I've tried to run those little bastards over when I move the car out of The Wife's way so she can take the van to work, and I'm ALWAYS seeing/hearing them roam the block of a morning. I'm gettin' a pellet gun and I'm gonna see how fast the bastards can run with a limp. If I actually kill one, I'll stick it's head on a spike at the intersection between our houses.

"Yo quiero taco death"? LOL

Posted by Wes at October 20, 2005 07:53 AM

This funny incident happened Sept 3, 2005. I was walking with Aunt Bertha showning her the neighborhood. 5 Chihuahua's upset the calm balance with their loud Satanic voices. The little son's of Satan saw the quick moment of fear in Aunt Bertha and began their attack, running in a pack then splitting with the lead 4 as Forlorn a sole rear Satanic beast out fanking to the rear behind us. The confusion of ear spliiting barks and dazzling precision attack caused my Aunt to twist and curl into my Arms for protection. Unable to move forward because of my aunt's fear gripping her frozen, I kicked the rear beast in the face/snout. Again it attacked and again I kicked the dog in the face and trunk. After five NFL style kicks in the face, the forlorne drew closer for a bite of me aunt. I kicked Satan's forlorn and pushed forward taking us out of their attack zone. Suspicious of her blatant fear of Satan's forlorn I asked Aunt Bertha what her past commanded her fear to be great trauma? she responded 'didn't your mother tell you what happened on the Ranch?(in Chihuahua Mexico). They live in caves and kill or disfigure humans, deer, calves, and goats. We (little girls) were always warned never to ride near the caves where they live in packs of 50 or more'. As I finish writing, you are probably thinking this is a fable. May I suggest a trip to Central Chihuahua before you raise the eyebrow!

Posted by ramon at October 26, 2005 11:32 AM