...wondering if he's read it correctly, he pulls over and gets out to read it again. Sure enough, it says "Talking dog for sale", and having nowhere to be decides to go in.
Bob knocks on the door, and well dressed man answers; "Yes?". "I'm here about the 'talking dog'. What does he say; 'Roof'?" asks Bob incredulously. The well dressed man sighs and calls out; "Hey Skip, get in here and introduce yourself." With that a golden retriever happily bounds out from around the corner and stops in front of Bob, looks him dead in the eye, and says "Hi there, I'm Skip."
Bob is dumbfounded. "That's a talking dog. You're a talking dog." And turning back to the well dressed man; "You have a talking dog." The well dressed man rolls his eyes; "Skip, tell him what you do." "Oh, well I started off as a bomb sniffing dog in Iraq where I helped clear the roads for transports, and when I came home I volunteered at the local children's hospital for animal therapy, and now I work part time as a seeing eye dog for the elderly downtown." says Skip cheerfully. "That's fucking amazing!" says Bob, turning to the owner "Why would you ever want to sell this dog?!"
"Cause he's a fucking liar, he hasn't done any of that stuff..."
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