Lulu: “So did any of the contestants ever win a prize on that game show the smurf put on?”
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Chaplin: “No. Vermin keeps accusing him of fraud and saying he’ll be hearing from her lawyer.”
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog wel after my erlier post abowt how my canada goose toy cant fly away frum me on akownt of i remoovd its air bladder i reealized that menny peepul wer unaware of birds and there air bladders and so i hav kreeayted this eksawstivly reeserchd skolarly treetis on how things wot fly manadj to stay in the air heer it is:
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So yesterday, I went to the park with my wife and Tucker to help with Tucker’s scenting; and by “help” I mean I sat and held Tucker’s lead while my wife went around laying a trail of mozzarella bits and hiding a sock full of string cheese, which is the “jackpot” at the end of the trail. (Also, I “helped” by discouraging her from marking the trail with flour, on the theory that after we left, somebody would come along, see the flour, think it was anthrax or ricin or something, and call in a HazMat team. I think I annoyed her a little, but at least she isn’t going to get carted off to jail.)
Anyway, my job was pretty easy. Sit. Stay. Good boy. Tucker’s job was a little harder.
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