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The dog went for a walk on his own. He came

  • The dog went for a walk on his own. He came back later with a surprise for his owner
  • Little did he know that his owner was not home to open the door.
  • He considered climbing up to the 3rd floor window, which he knew was unlocked, but, after a second, elected to head down to Sonny’s bar instead. The bartender saw him and said, “
  • You know what's up. What're you doing on the streets? It's gonna be only hours not days before the authorities start shooting and incinerating proud bravos like you." Sonny's Bar
  • -itone voice had constricted up to almost castrato. Clearly, he was hysterical. "Sonny," I said, grabbing his shoulders, "Pull yourself together, man. They can't shoot us if they
  • can't see us," I spoke to him. Sonny seemed confused, "What do you mean" But I smirked at him, "They can't see us, and can't shoot us if we use this invisibility potion." Sonny was
  • half convinced but just then the goons started shooting. That cinched it for Sonny. We drank the invisibility potion. It took about a minute. We were invisible. "I can't see!" BANG
  • AND THE DIRT IS GONE. "Oh nooo." we moaned in unison. "It's invisible Barry Scott!" "You guys used Cillit Bang yet?" Barry asked keenly. After a pause, we decided to face the goons
  • armed only with a bucket of watered down bleach and our Sham-Wow!™ cleaning cloths. "To me, men!" I shouted, "let's scrub these scrubs!"
  • "Release the scrubbing bubbles! Cavalry, to your mops!" It was an ass-kicking Yom Kippur, the kind we'd only seen on TV. I've heard that war can be messy, but this was ridiculous.

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