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Originally Posted by shamrocks

I will let my husband share our experience:

Finding warmth in the gentle breeze, our baby, Noo-noo, was curled up in a little furry ball on my wife’s lap. Noo-noo was a rescue Yorkie that we had picked a few years earlier in Boston. She was pulled from a burning puppy mill by an orphan boy just moments before the licking flames of the blaze consumed her.

I turned to look at her. It seems, my wife, caught up in the romantic evening just moments before, forgot that she was allergic to margarita salt. Her lips were swollen so badly that they looked like Mick Jagger was attacked with a bicycle pump filled with collagen!

Then it happened… I soiled myself. The pungent smell of man fear repelled the hellish creature back into the night. My wife and I buried our beloved, little Noo-noo on the beach that night, an empty margarita glass taking on the role as a tiny, salty tombstone. RIP Noo-noo

Thanks to the above I may have to replace my keyboard. Diet coke is all over it.