Off at college, the student has gone through all of his allowance.
He calls his Dad. "Dad, you're not going to believe what they can do
here. They're got a program that'll teach Fido how to *talk*. All you've
got to do is send Fido along with $1000!"
Dad's pretty excited by this, so the next day he ships Fido and a grand in
cash to his son at the University.
About 2/3 of the way thru the semester, he's out of money again. So, once
again, he gets Dad on the phone.
"How's Fido doing?" Dad asks
"He's doing GREAT. Talking up a storm! But you won't believe this --
Fido's had such great results, they've instituted a program just for him
to learn how to READ."
"Amazing! What do I need to do?"
"Just send $2500 and I'll make sure Fido gets in the class."
Once again, within a couple of days, the student had money to spend.
Sure enough, though, the end of the semester comes. The boy is facing the
time when he has to go home and, naturally, Fido can't speak or read a
single word. He just shoots the dog.
When he gets home, his dad asks, "So, where's Fido? I can't wait to hear
him talk to and listen to him read something!"
"Well, Dad, there's a problem. I have some bad news. This morning, when
I got out of the shower, Fido was in the living room, kicked back in the
recliner, reading the paper as he does now. He turned to me and said,
'Hey, your daddy still messing around with that cute little redhead over
on Oak Street?'"
The father says, "Oh, sh1t. I hope you SHOT that lying son of a bitch!"
"I sure did, Dad."
"That's my boy!"
He calls his Dad. "Dad, you're not going to believe what they can do
here. They're got a program that'll teach Fido how to *talk*. All you've
got to do is send Fido along with $1000!"
Dad's pretty excited by this, so the next day he ships Fido and a grand in
cash to his son at the University.
About 2/3 of the way thru the semester, he's out of money again. So, once
again, he gets Dad on the phone.
"How's Fido doing?" Dad asks
"He's doing GREAT. Talking up a storm! But you won't believe this --
Fido's had such great results, they've instituted a program just for him
to learn how to READ."
"Amazing! What do I need to do?"
"Just send $2500 and I'll make sure Fido gets in the class."
Once again, within a couple of days, the student had money to spend.
Sure enough, though, the end of the semester comes. The boy is facing the
time when he has to go home and, naturally, Fido can't speak or read a
single word. He just shoots the dog.
When he gets home, his dad asks, "So, where's Fido? I can't wait to hear
him talk to and listen to him read something!"
"Well, Dad, there's a problem. I have some bad news. This morning, when
I got out of the shower, Fido was in the living room, kicked back in the
recliner, reading the paper as he does now. He turned to me and said,
'Hey, your daddy still messing around with that cute little redhead over
on Oak Street?'"
The father says, "Oh, sh1t. I hope you SHOT that lying son of a bitch!"
"I sure did, Dad."
"That's my boy!"
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