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and a chick....
Friday Funnies
- Thread starter sdhoosier
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and a chick....
A man walks into a bar with his dog, but before they can take a seat, the bartender shakes his head and says,
“Sorry, buddy, no animals allowed.”
To everyone’s shock, the dog looks up and says, “Oh, come on! Can’t a guy get a drink without all this fuss?”
The bartender crosses his arms. “Nice try, pal. Another one of those ‘talking dog’ gimmicks, huh? Not buying it. Both of you need to go.”
“It’s not a trick, I promise!” the man protests. “Here, I’ll prove it—how about I step out for a bit? You can chat with my dog yourself.”
The man walks out, leaving the bartender alone with the dog.
“So, about that drink…” the dog says, tail wagging.
Stunned, the bartender blinks and mutters, “Okay… sure, on the house. But you know what? My wife works at the café next door, and she’d lose her mind if you walked in and ordered something. Here’s ten bucks—get yourself a coffee and keep the change.”
The dog grabs the money and trots off toward the café.
Ten minutes go by, and the dog hasn’t returned. Just as the man comes back, he asks, “Where’s my dog?”
The bartender, looking worried, says, “He went to the café, but he hasn’t come back yet.”
The two head out to find him. As they pass the alley between the bar and the café, they stop in their tracks—there’s the dog, cozying up with a fancy French poodle.
“Rover!” the man shouts. “What on earth are you doing? You’ve never behaved like this before!”
The dog turns his head nonchalantly and replies, “Hey, I’ve never had money before.”
“Sorry, buddy, no animals allowed.”
To everyone’s shock, the dog looks up and says, “Oh, come on! Can’t a guy get a drink without all this fuss?”
The bartender crosses his arms. “Nice try, pal. Another one of those ‘talking dog’ gimmicks, huh? Not buying it. Both of you need to go.”
“It’s not a trick, I promise!” the man protests. “Here, I’ll prove it—how about I step out for a bit? You can chat with my dog yourself.”
The man walks out, leaving the bartender alone with the dog.
“So, about that drink…” the dog says, tail wagging.
Stunned, the bartender blinks and mutters, “Okay… sure, on the house. But you know what? My wife works at the café next door, and she’d lose her mind if you walked in and ordered something. Here’s ten bucks—get yourself a coffee and keep the change.”
The dog grabs the money and trots off toward the café.
Ten minutes go by, and the dog hasn’t returned. Just as the man comes back, he asks, “Where’s my dog?”
The bartender, looking worried, says, “He went to the café, but he hasn’t come back yet.”
The two head out to find him. As they pass the alley between the bar and the café, they stop in their tracks—there’s the dog, cozying up with a fancy French poodle.
“Rover!” the man shouts. “What on earth are you doing? You’ve never behaved like this before!”
The dog turns his head nonchalantly and replies, “Hey, I’ve never had money before.”
Well, it's about time.
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and a chick....
