At a random bar somewhere in the world, two man and a women where drinking some bear, when suddenly the husband of the woman started to cry. Not even a minute had pass, when the other man started crying as well. " I miss Ralf." The husband said as he started to cried even harder than before. " I miss him as well, he was a really good buddy." The other man said as his shoulder started to tremble in sadness. Looking at her brother and husband, the woman looked at them as if she was looking at two idiots. The other people in the bar hearing what they said, started to go up to them to console them about their lost. Some of the people even started to crying as well. Seeing all the trouble that her family was causing, the women couldn't stand it anymore and lash out, " You two jackass, what the fuck are you crying for? Ralf? Ralf this, Ralf that! Thats a fucking dog that had nothing to do with the two of you. Its one thing to cry if the dog had died a glorious death, but to cry over a perverted dog?" The other people hearing what the woman said all stop crying and consoling them but look at them with anger. They had lost at least ten cups of bear and wine in that time consoling these fools. One of the nicer folks ask the woman about this pervevet dog in a curious manner, " Why do you call a dog a pervert?" he could not understand this, what does a dog being a pervert or not got to do wiith her? " I called it a pervert because of what it did before dieing." seemly knowing why the question was ask, she answers. "The dog had just fuck another dog and ran into the street, as soon as it got into the street, it started to lick its dick. When it finish licking its dick, a truck came and hit it, killing it."

When she was telling the story, all of them was looking at her weirdly, thinking in their minds ' Why was she watching a dog doing its business? she couldn't have a crush on the dog right'? 'Poor Ralf.'