A little old man stumbles into a biker bar and asks, "Does anyone knows whos Doberman Pincher is outside chained up?
The burliest, ugliest and hairiest guy in the joint stands up and mutters, "Its mine old timer? Whats it to you?"
"I hate to be the bearer of such dreadful news, but I believe the poor beast has passed on," explained the old man.
"What? Are you sure? How did he die?" asked the shocked biker guy. "It seems that my dog killed him, I"m sorry to say," replied the old man.
"I dont buy it," remarked the biker in disbelief, "No dog could beat my Brutus.
"Its true, my Gunther killed him."
"Oh yeah? Well, what kind of dog is your Gunther, anyway?"
"A Chihuahua," answered the old man.
"There is no way that a measely little Chihuahua could have killed Brutus. No way."
"If you dont believe me, take a look for yourself," instructed the man, "It looks he tried to swallow him whole and choked to death." |
