One Sunday afternoon, a guy walks into a bar with his pet dog. The bartender said, "Sorry, pal. No pets allowed." The man replied, "This is a special dog. Turn on the Browns game and you'll see." The bartender, anxious to see what will happen, turned on the game. The guy said, "Watch. Whenever the Browns score, my dog does flips."
The Browns keep scoring field goals and the dog keeps flipping and jumping. "Wow! That's one hell of a dog you got there. What happens when they score a touchdown?" asked the bartender. The man replied, "I don't know. I've only had him for seven years."
Tuesday, June 9, 2009 at 12:34PM
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Here is a joke for Biff:
One Sunday afternoon, a guy walks into a bar with his pet dog. The bartender said, "Sorry, pal. No pets allowed." The man replied, "This is a special dog. Turn on the Browns game and you'll see." The bartender, anxious to see what will happen, turned on the game. The guy said, "Watch. Whenever the Browns score, my dog does flips."
The Browns keep scoring field goals and the dog keeps flipping and jumping. "Wow! That's one hell of a dog you got there. What happens when they score a touchdown?" asked the bartender. The man replied, "I don't know. I've only had him for seven years."