Oooo Doggie
It’s nice to know that an evening with great friends can change one’s entire outlook on the world.
Today is a new day… and a good one at that.
Of course I am ever-so-glad that I stayed the night at Le’s last night (my best friend for forever). Returning home this morning Oooo Doggie’s car was parked in front of my house. Dear Lord.
Oooo Doggie is a *uh-hum* special friend of LJ’s. I prefer not to be around when he is. It’s not that he’s a bad guy at all… it just… well, let me explain.
I first ‘met’ Oooo Doggie several months ago when LJ decided to have a mid-week party at our house. I was in bed, attempting (to no avail) to sleep, while conversations and music filled our house. I literally had the pillow held tightly against one ear while pressing my other ear as deep into my mattress as I could manage. I got no sleep all night long. Around 4:30 in the morning people began filtering out of our house. Excited that I was going to get an hour and a half of sleep, I nestled back into the comfort of my bed.
Then LJ’s bed started squeaking. Yet again in my life I heard far too many intimate details of her personal life and upon his “conclusion” I heard a loud, “Oooo Doggie!” Yes, I shit you not, “Oooo Doggie” is what is said upon his “finishing point”. Thinking this was a one time occurrence, I vomited a bit in my mouth, and decided that fate was not working with me, and I proceeded to start the day early and just get in the shower.
Getting out of the shower, the bed was again squeaking, and again upon his “completion” “Oooo Doggie” was yet again heard from the room.
I was dying, this almost made up for the fact that I had received no sleep that night.
Oooo Doggie is a former Pro Football player. He the typical upside-down-triangle body type of guy. Very muscular and very tall, I feel as though he takes up almost our entire house whenever he’s over. He's quite nice, but I really feel as though I can't even get by him while trying to move about my home. Food is primarily his single train of thought (as I’m sure it does take quite a bit to keep that body nourished and going throughout the day, especially when some Oooo Doggies are thrown in).
In addition, Oooo Doggie loves older R&B music. It's not that I don't have a certain appreciation for Bel Biv Devoe, Color Me Bad, and such... but unless I am having some sort of high school flash back, I don't choose to listen to it for fun.
Oooo Doggie also contibuted to the worst night ever, so it was with a sigh of relief that I pulled into my house this morning, knowing that I had missed nothing other than some sleep by staying away from my house.
Oooo Doggie… what a day.
Today is a new day… and a good one at that.
Of course I am ever-so-glad that I stayed the night at Le’s last night (my best friend for forever). Returning home this morning Oooo Doggie’s car was parked in front of my house. Dear Lord.
Oooo Doggie is a *uh-hum* special friend of LJ’s. I prefer not to be around when he is. It’s not that he’s a bad guy at all… it just… well, let me explain.
I first ‘met’ Oooo Doggie several months ago when LJ decided to have a mid-week party at our house. I was in bed, attempting (to no avail) to sleep, while conversations and music filled our house. I literally had the pillow held tightly against one ear while pressing my other ear as deep into my mattress as I could manage. I got no sleep all night long. Around 4:30 in the morning people began filtering out of our house. Excited that I was going to get an hour and a half of sleep, I nestled back into the comfort of my bed.
Then LJ’s bed started squeaking. Yet again in my life I heard far too many intimate details of her personal life and upon his “conclusion” I heard a loud, “Oooo Doggie!” Yes, I shit you not, “Oooo Doggie” is what is said upon his “finishing point”. Thinking this was a one time occurrence, I vomited a bit in my mouth, and decided that fate was not working with me, and I proceeded to start the day early and just get in the shower.
Getting out of the shower, the bed was again squeaking, and again upon his “completion” “Oooo Doggie” was yet again heard from the room.
I was dying, this almost made up for the fact that I had received no sleep that night.
Oooo Doggie is a former Pro Football player. He the typical upside-down-triangle body type of guy. Very muscular and very tall, I feel as though he takes up almost our entire house whenever he’s over. He's quite nice, but I really feel as though I can't even get by him while trying to move about my home. Food is primarily his single train of thought (as I’m sure it does take quite a bit to keep that body nourished and going throughout the day, especially when some Oooo Doggies are thrown in).
In addition, Oooo Doggie loves older R&B music. It's not that I don't have a certain appreciation for Bel Biv Devoe, Color Me Bad, and such... but unless I am having some sort of high school flash back, I don't choose to listen to it for fun.
Oooo Doggie also contibuted to the worst night ever, so it was with a sigh of relief that I pulled into my house this morning, knowing that I had missed nothing other than some sleep by staying away from my house.
Oooo Doggie… what a day.
8 Comments:
At 7/26/2005 12:12:00 PM,
Bone said…
I think that is the funniest thing you have told since I've been reading your blog.
"Yo, Slick, blow!"
At 7/26/2005 01:27:00 PM,
hannahhas said…
Not so funny when hearing it at 4 something in the morning... I assure you!
The worst part is, is that I actually refer to him as Oooo Doggie (sans his actual presence). LJ Calls him Oooo Doggie when speaking about him to me.
Then when he comes over I have to scramble to reprogram my brain to use his actual name.
I have almost caught myself saying Oooo Doggie to him... and (as I have the biggest mouth ever) everyone knows this story, and it takes everything within my being to not kill my friends trying to say it with him around.
Good times...
At 7/26/2005 02:40:00 PM,
Unknown said…
oc girl, may I be so bold as to ask of your own preference when it comes to guys verbalizing their point of conclusion?
Clearly "Oooo Doggie" doesn't do it for you; perhaps something Shakespearean? a quote from Castro's last speech?
Or are more free-from grunts and exhalations satisfactory for you?
Wombat
*thinking he needs some polish in this area*
At 7/26/2005 03:42:00 PM,
hannahhas said…
If I may so bold in answering...
Unlike many DJ's and on-air personalities, I don't think that a person needs to have their "catch phrase" when reaching the point of climax.
Go with the moment...
Even if I had to hear, "Oh baby your the fucking best!" (Which would not be uncommon for me) ;) It would get old to hear it every single time.
And too be completely honest, when I come to my "conclusion", regardless of how much I may be into The Man (or whomever I'm with) I am thinking about how fucking amazing it feels to be cumming, and thus don't think I could be necesasarily focused on saying "my catch phrase" at that moment... (Other than perhaps "Oh fuck YES!")
How's that for an answer?
At 7/26/2005 03:56:00 PM,
Unknown said…
oc girl, you ARE the fucking best.
Wombat
At 7/26/2005 06:06:00 PM,
mal said…
ooooo Doggie? he doesn't work at the animal shelter does he?
At 7/27/2005 07:10:00 AM,
EB72 said…
Hilarious!
I'm with you on the catch phrase thing - not needed. For me, at that moment, quite frankly, who can think????? By that time, I barely know there is even anyone else there! shhhh, please don't tell my lover (when I get one that is ...) hmmmm, maybe it is because nobody else is there??
yikers, I'm feeling but naughty this morning.
Ooooo Doggie must've intentionally practiced that phrase until it became instinct. I bet he thinks it sounds "cool".
At 7/27/2005 08:06:00 AM,
hannahhas said…
Wombat,
You're absolutely correct.
I shall re-read prior to commenting on your responses.
:)
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