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36 lines
1.2 KiB
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Subject: There were these two dogs...
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There were these two dogs in a vet's waiting room, each eyeing the
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other suspiciously. One of them turns to the other.
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"What are you here for?" he asks.
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"Well," replies the other, "I was feeling really bad the other day,
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and Master's six year old son started bothering me. I tried to ignore
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it, but I was feeling so rotten that I bit his hand off."
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"I don't blame you. So, what are you here for?"
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"Erm... well... Master reckons that I'm too vicious, so I'm going to
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be... you know... I'm going to have the *operation*..."
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"Oh dear. I'm sorry," sympathised the first dog.
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Time passed. The about-to-be-neutered dog coughed politely.
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"So," he asked, "What are you in here for?"
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"Oh, nothing really," the other replied, embarrassed.
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"Go on, tell me. Please..."
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"OK. Well, it's like this. The bitch next door was in heat, and so I
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was feeling... you know, a bit randy. Then Mistress came into the
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kitchen wearing a short skirt and no underwear, and she bent over. I
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just couldn't resist it!" admitted the dog.
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"Oh, so you're here for the operation too, then."
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"No," came the reply, "I'm here to have my nails clipped!"
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