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There was a poor, distraught man sitting at the bar of his local watering
hole, just staring into his drink. He stays like that for a half hour.
Then a big trouble-maker walks through the door; leather biker jacket,
neck-beard, tattoos and sunglasses. He sees the poor, lonely man, moping
at the bar by himself and decides to have a little fun. Walking up to the
bar he reaches over and grabs the guy's glass and drinks it down in one
go.
Immediately the poor man starts crying. The bully says, "Come on man, I
was just joking. Here, I'll buy you another drink. I just can't stand to
see a man cry."
"No, it's not that," the man replies, wiping his tears. "It's just that
this has been the worst day of my life. First, I oversleep go in late to
the office. My boss losses his temper and fires me. When I leave the
building to go to my car, I find out it was stolen. The police say they
can do nothing. I get a cab to go home, and when I get out, I forget my
wallet. The cab driver just drives away. I go inside my house where I
find my wife in bed with my neighbor. So I left my home, come to this
bar, and just when I was thinking about putting an end to my life, you
show up and drink my poison."
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I just had a physical. The doctor said don't eat anything fatty.
I said, "Like bacon and cheeseburgers?"
He said, "No fatty, don't eat anything!"
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Morty visits Dr. Saul, the veterinarian, and says, "My dog has a problem.
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Dr. Saul says, "So, tell me about the dog and the problem. ”
"It's a Jewish dog. His name is Seth and he can talk," says Morty.
"He can talk?" the doubting doctor asks.
"Watch this!" Morty points to the dog and commands: " Seth, Fetch!"
Seth the dog, begins to walk toward the door, then turns around and says,
"So why are you talking to me like that? You always order me around like
I'm nothing.
And you only call me when you want something.
And then you make me sleep on the floor, with my arthritis.
You give me this fahkahkta food with all the salt and fat, and you tell
me it's a special diet.
It tastes like dreck! YOU should eat it yourself!
And do you ever take me for a decent walk?
NO, it's out of the house, a short pish, and right back home.
Maybe if I could stretch out a little, the sciatica wouldn't kill me so
much!
I should roll over and play dead for real for all you care!"