Animals October 24, 2010 Just Don’t Ask Me About Work . . . I assume he is ordering a Salty Dog. Just another mutt waiting for some poodle to come into his life. Share this:TwitterRedditFacebookEmailLike this:Like Loading...
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Hi there, how are things? I recently mentioned this information with a colleague, we had a proper laugh.
That’s the worst identity thief I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen some pretty bad ones: http://lawblog.legalmatch.com/2010/10/22/tools-and-tricks-of-the-criminal-trade-how-to-spot-and-stop-identity-theft-tactics/
And now for my monthly allowance of “Proud Dad” stories: I always show the world’s happiest toddler the weekly animal postings, when we got to this one he said “Look, a dog drinking beer.”
I don’t know, pete. The way he is a’sittin’ at da’ bar I’d say he was a regular there. He juss had to have some Gin n’ rum(my) before he anted-up for hot hands of Red Dog and Boodle (with Ms. poddle as hisn lucky charm) in da’ smokey, dim-lit bar backroom poker parlor.
This all reminds me of one of my favorite 50s tunes (and before).
“I was standin’ on the corner when I heard my bulldog bark…”
I like the Review for W&TB$G at your link. I mean, the bar is in Midland Texas, after all.
“Woofers & Tweeters Bar & Grill, located at 3303 N Midkiff Rd # 160, has an atmosphere that’s bordering on dive. Don’t take a date there—unless she’s cool as hell and is super low-maintenance—but it’s a good place to chill and unwind.”
All right, Pete!! Outstanding!
somebody should tell him they’re having a poker game in the backroom
Whelp, at least the photo ain’t of no ‘stool pigeon’
So this guy walks into a bar with his dog in tow. The bartender notices that the dog has no legs, and says “Hey buddy, what do you name a dog like that?”
The guy says “Cigarette, cause every night I take him for a drag.”
Four legs good, two legs better . . .
It never fails- I go to the bathroom and some dirty dog steals my bar stool, my beer, and my girlfriend! Well, she was kind of a woofer.
On one magical day, I saw a man turn into a bar, but a dog? Nope, never.
Our shared love of the muppets:
I believe the picture must have been taken at Woofers & Tweeters Bar & Grill.
I think you can come up with a few more puns for us.
I’ll be doggoned if I’m going to throw any bad puns into this.
Set ’em up, Spot!
Actually, I think the mutt went into the bar for a beer and a little chow chow.
First comes the beer…Foster I might add, then the Poodle and then of course the Puddles…..
in regards to Mr. Turley’s previous posts about criminalizing everything….busted for trick or treating.
“Some Spooked Cities Ban Teenage Trick-or-Treating”
“A guy walks into a bar with a dog. He claims the dog can talk. “Give me a beer and I’ll show you.” The bartender slides a beer to him and the man asks the dog, “Fido, what is that above our heads?” The dog says, “Roof!” The irritated bartender says, “That’s not talking, he sounds like any other dog.” The man says, “OK, how about this – Fido, who was the best baseball player of all time?” The dog says, “Ruth!” The bartender throws the man and the dog out of the bar. Fido says to the man, “Ya think I shouldda said DiMaggio?” (thanks to Quinton Parker)”
I dare you to touch his beer.
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