I was at Wal-Mart and was waiting to check-out. A woman behind me asked if I had a dog. What did she think I had...an elephant?
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So since I'm a charter fisherman and little to do, on impulse I told her that no, I didn't have a dog, but was starting the Purina Diet again. I told her I probably shouldn't, because I'd ended up in the hospital during Bush's first term, but had lost 40 pounds before I'd awakened in the intensive care unit with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IV's in both arms.
I told her it was essentially a perfect diet and the way it works is to
load your pants pockets with Purina nuggets and every time you feel hungry,you simply eat one or two. The food is nutritionally complete and I was going to try it again. I have to mention that practically everyone in the line was enthralled by now.
Simply Horrified, the woman asked me if I'd ended up in intensive care because the dog food poisoned me. I told her no, I'd stepped off a curb to sniff an Irish Setter's BACK SIDE and a car hit both of us.
I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack, he was
laughing so hard.
Wal-Mart won't let me shop there anymore.
Oh well there's always the grocery store around the corner.
Like sand thru the hours glass, these are the days of a fisherman's life. :roll: :roll: :roll: