SNOWJACKASS
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a timid little man ventured in a biker bar in the bronx and, upon clearing his throat asking "um,, eerr, which of you gentlemen owns the doberman tied to the parking meter outside?"
a gaint of man wearing biker leathers with his body hair growing out of the seams turned slowly on his stool.. he looked down at the guivering little man and said, it's my dog.
why?
"well, squeaked the little man very nervously> "i believe my dog just killed it, sir."
"what?" roared the big man in disbelief> 'what in the hell kind of dog do you have?"
"sir" answered the little man, it's four-week-old puppy."
"BULL!" roared the biker, "how could your puppy kill my doberman?"
"it appears that he choked on it, sir"
a gaint of man wearing biker leathers with his body hair growing out of the seams turned slowly on his stool.. he looked down at the guivering little man and said, it's my dog.
why?
"well, squeaked the little man very nervously> "i believe my dog just killed it, sir."
"what?" roared the big man in disbelief> 'what in the hell kind of dog do you have?"
"sir" answered the little man, it's four-week-old puppy."
"BULL!" roared the biker, "how could your puppy kill my doberman?"
"it appears that he choked on it, sir"
