Why does Floyd insist upon taking a shit on the floor and then comes and lets me know he needs to go out? Hi, I'm logic. Have we met? I was so mad, I didn't take him on his Chinese Skillet tonight.
(It's a long story. Okay, here goes. I can't say the word walk in front of him, or he goes insane. And I mean crazy guy hanging out in front of the liquor store in January wearing shorts insane. And I tried spelling it, but that became a nuisance having to spell W-A-L-K every time I needed to use the word. So I decided to just replace the word walk with "chinese skillet". You know, a wok?
It takes some getting used to, and visitors find it odd. "Hey, so yesterday, I was chinese skilleting down the street... You'll never guess who comes chinese skilleting around the corner? That's right, Janette the street chinese skilleter.")
I know I could have said prostitute, but then the joke wouldn't have worked.
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It's nice to know there are other crazy dogs out there. I have never met one as crazy as mine.
C
Floyd is not crazy. just dumb. funny as hell, but supersedingly dumb.
and i guess a little bit crazy. just like his uncle!
Hahaha, this is my first laugh in this week, so thank you.
you are very welcome. i'm glad i could help! :)
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