Mr. Sox is really good at relaxing. He's my role model. My hero.I've been privy to some funny jokes lately, so I thought I'd share them here.
I actually sort of made this one up myself after hearing another version:
How much money do pirates pay for corn?
Buck-n-ear!
This one I can't take any credit for, but it's darn funny:
A pirate walks into a bar. He has a steering wheel wedged in his crotch. The bartender sees him.
"Hey Mr.," he says, "Do you know that you have a steering wheel there in your crotch?"
"Aye," says the pirate, "and it's driving me nuts!"
And speaking of driving:
Tiger Woods walks into McDonald's. The girl behind the counter recognizes him. She's not a golf fan and knows nothing of the game, but she's seen him on TV none-the-less.
"Hey," she says, "I know you. I like you on those car commercials."
"Thanks," he says. She delivers his Egg McMuffin and coffee. Tiger reaches into his breast pocket to fetch some catch to make his purchase. As he does this, two tees fall out onto the counter.
"What are those?" she asks.
"Oh those hold my balls when I'm driving," he replies.
"Wow," she says. "Buick thinks of everything!"
Today was beautiful except for one 10 minute downpour at about 1 p.m. Doc and I started morning with a fun trip to the veterinarian. Doc used to love to ride in the car. Ever since we drove him to an airport and put him on a plane to fly across the pacific, however, he has been unable to ride. He starts out OK. He even seems happy to be in the car. Within moments, however, he transforms into a complete basket case, crying, drooling, shaking in fear. The worst part is that he tries to climb into my lap while I'm driving. That's not so good. If he were a shitzu or a bijon frise, I wouldn't mind. But he is a pretty big boy; an 80 lb German shepherd - husky mix. Not exactly what you'd call a petite flower if you know what I mean. So, to get him to the vet, I drug him. I gave him the tranquilizers at about 7 a.m. He's still pretty mellow tonight at 6:30 p.m. A drugged dog is a good dog, I must say. Typically, mellow is not an adjective I'd use to describe Doc. Psycho-yes. Schitzo - that too. Chatty - sometimes. Bratty - regularly. Sweet despite his issues? Definitely. Mellow? Almost never.
He's fine, by the way. We just had a checkup and vaccinations. He's lost a few pounds, too. Wish I could say the same.
Gotta go cook dinner. What was I saying about wanting to lose weight? Tonight, it's pork ribs on the grill. Onolicious! Hey. You only live once.
A hui hou. Aloha!
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