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A little off topic but it has to do will buying a dog:
While in Tennessee, I see a sign in front of a house:
"Talking Dog for Sale." I ring the bell and the owner tells me the dog is in the backyard. I go into the backyard and
see a black mutt just sitting there. "You talk?" I ask.
"Yep," the mutt replies.
"So, what's your story?"
The mutt looks up and says, "Well, I discovered this gift
pretty young and I wanted to help the government, so I
told the CIA about my gift, and in no time they had me
jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies
and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be
eavesdropping.
I was one of their most valuable spies eight years running.
The jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't
getting any younger and I wanted to settle down. So I
signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover
security work, mostly wandering near suspicious characters
and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings there
and was awarded a batch of medals. Had a wife, a mess of
puppies, and now I'm just retired."
I am amazed. I go back in and ask the owner
what he wants for the dog.
The owner says, "Ten dollars."
I say, "This dog is amazing. Why on earth are you
selling him, so cheap?"
The owner replies, "He's such a liar.
He didn't do any of that sh$t"
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