A guy is driving around and he sees a sign in front of a house: "Talking
Dog For Sale." He rings the bell, and the owner tells him the dog is in
the backyard. The guy goes into the backyard and sees a Labrador Retriever
sitting there.
You talk?" he asks.
"Yep," the Lab replies.
"So, what's your story?"
The Lab looks up and says, "Well, I discovered that I could talk when I
was pretty young,
and I wanted to help the government; so I told the CIA about my gift,
and in no time at all they had me jetting from country to country,sitting
in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would
be eavesdropping I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years
running." "But the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't
getting any younger so I wanted to settle down.
I signed up for a job at the airport to do some under cover security work,
mostly wandering near suspicious characters and listening in I uncovered
some incredible dealings and was awarded a batch of medals. I got married,
had a mess of puppies, and now I'm just retired."
The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for
the dog.
"Ten dollars."
The guy says, "This dog is amazing. Why on earth are you selling him so
cheap?"
"Because he's a liar. He didn't do any of that shit."
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Did that joke just reach Taichung?
Just reached me, at any rate.
That is a great joke. Robin you get out too much. I never heard the joke before and it is funny. If you know so many jokes . Where are they?
Karl, can I tell kevlar the Aristocrats joke?
Please don't.
But Karl, kevlar is impugning my joke capacity ...
Kevlar is about to be assigned a new name as of... today, I believe. And as "Daddy K", I doubt he'll have time to read this blog anyway.
Regardless, its a matter of honor.
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