There was no more rain, just an eerie stillness, a deathly silence. Somewhere a dog barked, and my wife caught me with my pants down, and the maid on the floor... staring at the ceiling languidly, with the eyes of an innocent cow.
Possibly explained as a punctuated Wolf Bite, the Dog Bark is a sweaty, chaffing ass crack's wake-up-fart. It's a well known fact that farting hurts, when you've got a Wolf Bite. Now you know that such a fart (in which every vibration and clap is felt like a slap on sunburn) is called a Dog Bark.
Damn, I knowed I shouldn'a ate them Crunch Wraps before I goed jogging. Them shits gave me the Dog Bark hard core, son.
Bro 1: "Bro! I just did a frontside 360 heelflip!"
Bro 2: "Sick dog barrels!"
Bro 1: "What?"
Bro 2: "Sick dog barrels!"
Bro 1: "Right...."
Bro 2: "Sick dog barrels!"
Bro 1: "Shut up."