My dog Bosco can't do many tricks. I mean

My dog Bosco can't do many tricks. I mean licking his testicles comes naturally, so that could hardly be a talent. But one thing Bosco could do well, was smell a rat. And that's wh

y Bosco growled and scampered into the entryway when my boss came over for dinner. I had to pull him back by his spiked collar - Bosco that is - to keep him from biting

Bob - that's my boss. "Bob, nice to see you, but, I didn't invite you to dinner." "I know. I've invited myself. And I want your dog for dinner." "Bosco?" "Yes. Slaughter him and

feed him to the chickens!

but when I turned around, what was following me was Sha Na Na, the retro do-wop group! "Get a Job, shana-nana," they sang rather loudly in a cappella. I tried to shush them, but

Shana-nana sang louder "Get a Job." My interview was going poorly. "I did my best!" The interviewer panicked visibly sweating. "My mother-in-law sent

her cousin, JoJo in with a message saying "You're hiring JoJo, don't do anymore interviews." But you are perfect for this job, your interview went so well! But if i dont give JoJo

the job, the other stripper down at the Jiggle Hut Bar and Grill are gonna go on a strike. "I can't afford my Pall Malls on minimum wage!" She said. "Raise it to $15/hr and I'll

be able to afford my insulin shots also." Guido looked up from his card at that point. He was behind her but she noticed and came around with a roundhouse kick but too late.