How to be a really good friend!
Jim brings his best buddy home for dinner.
Alice, Jims’ wife, screams, "You *******! I haven't
done my hair or makeup, the house is a mess, the
dishes aren't done, I'm still in my pajamas and I
can't be bothered with cooking tonight!
Why the **** did you bring him home, anyway?"
"Because he's thinking of getting married..."
The moment you realize that feeding your pet rabbit cherries is going to give you nightmares.
Over a beer with a golf bud this past weekend, I had a profound revelation.
We were talking about "best friends" and being a romantic lad, I said Mrs. Pelz was my best friend. He quickly said she wasn't, and told me it was the dog. We went back and forth about this a couple of times and then he said, "Lock them both in the trunk of your car for a couple of hours and then see who is happy to see you. THAT he said, is your best friend."
Always loved that dog.