My brother is a licensed dog. Not of the canine variety, but the 'bragh kind. You know, the scary dude from Hawaii? Anyway, he asked me to do his laundry yesterday and he accidently left his badge in the pockt of his jacket. I snagged the badge and had a wild idea... I pranced up to my husband...I pulled out the badge and flashed him Then I said rather sternly.. "Mr Almeida.. There is a warrant out for your arrest. I am going to have to take you DOWN TOWN." I coyly looked around and winked at him and said, "now.. we could work somthing out .. You have a fine little ass there that I can make use of.."
He looked at me .. and without skipping a beat said, "no, it's ok.. take me to jail"
HMPH. I am still a hotty! What issamadda with this man?
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What's wrong with him indeed? Hummm (and humph)? Did you take him to jail?
And did you give your brother, the dog, back his license so he can retain his title to dogdom (a much more noble species than the one writing this note)?
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