When the two Giraffes entered the arena the

When the two Giraffes entered the arena the crowd roared with excitement. Giraffe neck wrestling had become a popular sport. I went and placed a bet on Jimbo the dark spotted giraf

Fe. Sure enough, jumbo won, and was taken to the exotic-animal butcher. What a strange sport!

The little dog laughed to see such a sport & the dish ran away with the spoon. Really, so strange...this "sport." Whatever happened to good a old-fashioned basketball game? Why all

need for dishes anyways. The dog thought it was sort of a waste of time. Putting food on plates, utensils, the whole thing seemed overly ornate and interfered with pure enjoyment

, but that's where we differ. My dog loved lapping juicy bits of gravy-covered mystery meat from the floor, while I enjoyed a char-grilled steak with Béarnaise and a glass of

several shady customers at the bar today. One of them, a burly, slow looking fellow who was on round three of tequila, glanced my way briefly. I could tell that he wanted to

fornicate but I really wasn't up for it. Instead I proposed a round of shuffleboard to pass the time while we waited to pass out. Me and the burly guy were locked in at 12 apiece

when the F-4 tornado appeared on the horizon.We thought about finishing the game later, but agreed that neither of us had much to lose by seeing what would happen if we stayed put.

So - we stayed focused. But every time when we were close to finishing the game, a new round suddenly appeared and kept us engaged. Soon, someone said : "this won't ever be over".