Aces High Bulletin Board
General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: NUKE on April 27, 2004, 01:00:49 AM
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I was walking down the street the other night and I saw a dog. The dog walked up to me and started talking! He said "Jesus Defined" then walked away.
The sun was shining. The end
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thought you didn't take acid..
though i believe in THE LORD...
don't think dogs can speak JESUS..
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Sure they can.
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jesus=dog ?
is seems to me that egyptian mythology is most correct :D
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I saw an ad in the paper about a talking dog for sale. I though riiiiiight...I gotta check this nut out. I call the guy and he says yes the ad's legit and he wants $100 and to come look at the dog. What the heck.
I drove over met the guy and he looked sane enough, I guessed he was in his late 60's. I asked if he was serious about the dog talking. He said yes, the dog was inside and to go see for myself.
I walked into the old guys house and heard someone say "Hi, How ya doing? My names Bob." I looked and there was no one in the room but me and this Yellow Labrador Retreiver. "Bob?" I asked in amazement. "Have a seat. Say, I didn't catch your name."
I introduced myself and sat there dumbfounded. This DOG was talking to me. "So, uh, Bob...tell me about yourself" I stammered. "Well I was the 3rd of 4 pups my Mom had, but the only one that could talk. Been like this my whole life. When I was younger I got recruited into the CIA as an undercover seeing eye dog. You'd be surprised at the access a dog has in Moscow."
"Later my cover was blown and I transferred to the DEA. I sniffed Pablo Escobar's bellybutton halfway across a Columbian jungle during one raid" he said. I still could not believe what I was hearing. "But you know the old story, after working around all that Coke...the next thing you know you're hooked on the stuff. So, I quit the DEA and checked into the Betty Ford Clinic and got myself cleaned up. Then I joined the Peace Corps and used my seeing eye experience to help disabled children in Africa. I felt I need to do something for others."
My heart was pounding! I could make a fortune with this dog. I excused myself and quickly went back outside to the old man. "How much?" I asked. He replied "100 Dollars." Without thinking I asked "Why only $100 for a real talking dog?"
The old man said "He won't stop lying!"
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Sure got me with this one Nuke. Ouch!
-SW
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Originally posted by rpm371
I saw an ad in the paper about a talking dog for sale. I though riiiiiight...I gotta check this nut out. I call the guy and he says yes the ad's legit and he wants $100 and to come look at the dog. What the heck.
I drove over met the guy and he looked sane enough, I guessed he was in his late 60's. I asked if he was serious about the dog talking. He said yes, the dog was inside and to go see for myself.
I walked into the old guys house and heard someone say "Hi, How ya doing? My names Bob." I looked and there was no one in the room but me and this Yellow Labrador Retreiver. "Bob?" I asked in amazement. "Have a seat. Say, I didn't catch your name."
I introduced myself and sat there dumbfounded. This DOG was talking to me. "So, uh, Bob...tell me about yourself" I stammered. "Well I was the 3rd of 4 pups my Mom had, but the only one that could talk. Been like this my whole life. When I was younger I got recruited into the CIA as an undercover seeing eye dog. You'd be surprised at the access a dog has in Moscow."
"Later my cover was blown and I transferred to the DEA. I sniffed Pablo Escobar's bellybutton halfway across a Columbian jungle during one raid" he said. I still could not believe what I was hearing. "But you know the old story, after working around all that Coke...the next thing you know you're hooked on the stuff. So, I quit the DEA and checked into the Betty Ford Clinic and got myself cleaned up. Then I joined the Peace Corps and used my seeing eye experience to help disabled children in Africa. I felt I need to do something for others."
My heart was pounding! I could make a fortune with this dog. I excused myself and quickly went back outside to the old man. "How much?" I asked. He replied "100 Dollars." Without thinking I asked "Why only $100 for a real talking dog?"
The old man said "He won't stop lying!"
That is brian from Family Guy :D