My Fiancé Fed Her My Dog
Language: en
At the party, my fiancé lost the drinking game. I asked him, for the tenth time, where my dog had actually gone. He didn’t answer. Instead, his "girl best friend," Bridget, leaned across the table to bail him out. "I ate him, Norma," she said, her voice dripping with a lazy, drunken giggle. "Honestly, you raised him so well. The meat wasn't tough at all." She flashed a bright, mocking smile. "Look, it’s just a dog, right? Tomorrow is your wedding. Why don't we have Justin dress up as a puppy to make it up to you? Consider the debt settled." The room erupted into a chorus of raucous…