We’ve had a variation of this one before.
As a butcher is shooing a dog from his shop, he sees $10 and a note in his mouth, reading: “10 lamb chops, please.”
Amazed, he takes the money, puts a bag of chops in the dog’s mouth, and quickly closes the shop. He follows the dog and watches him wait for a green light, look both ways, and trot across the road to a bus stop. The dog checks the timetable and sits on the bench. When a bus arrives, he walks around to the front and looks at the number, then boards the bus. The butcher follows, dumbstruck.
As the bus travels out into the suburbs, the dog takes in the scenery. After awhile he stands on his back paws to push the “stop” button, then the butcher follows him off.
The dog runs up to a house and drops his bag on the stoop. He goes back down the path, takes a big run, and throws himself -Whap! – against the door. He does this again and again. No answer. So he jumps on a wall, walks around the garden, beats his head against a window, jumps off, and waits at the front door. A big guy opens it and starts cursing and pummeling the dog.
The butcher runs up screams at the guy: “What the hell are you doing? This dog’s a genius!”
The owner responds, “Genius, no way! It’s the second time this week he’s forgotten his key!”
I’ve certainly seen this before but cannot recollect whether it has already appeared in the Befouled News.
A guy is sitting in a bar, just staring at his drink. A half-hour later, he’s still there, staring at his drink, and hasn’t drunk a drop.
Suddenly a bully steps up to the bar, takes the guy’s drink, and gulps it all down.
The poor man starts crying.
“Oh, come on, man!” the bully says. “I was just joking! Here, I’ll buy you another drink. I can’t stand to see a man cry.”
“This day is the worst of my life,” the man says, mopping at his tears with his sleeve. “First, I got fired for oversleeping and getting to work late. I was only three months from vesting my pension! Then, as I’m leaving the building, I find out my car was stolen. I get in a cab to return home and I forget my wallet and credit cards in the cab. Then, I go inside and find my wife in bed with my best friend!”
“That is rough,” the bully admits.
“There’s more!” the dejected man says. “So I end up at this bar, and just when I was mustering up the courage to put an end to my life, you show up and drink my poison!”
A lawyer helped an elderly client make a minor amendment to her will.
It only took a few minutes, and at the end session, she asked how much she owed.
“$100,” replied the lawyer.
She slipped her hand into her purse, and then handed him a crisp new $100 bill, and shuffled from the room.
Putting away his papers, he then placed the money into his desk and realized she had given him two $100 bills — they were stuck together.
This presented the lawyer with an ethical quandary – should he tell his partner?