Talking Dog > > A guy sees a sign in front of a house in Luton: "Talking Dog for Sale." > > He rings the bell and the owner tells him the dog is in the backyard. > > The guy goes into the backyard and sees a black mutt just sitting there. > > "You talk?" he asks. > "Sure do." the dog replies. > "So, what's your story?" > The dog looks up and says, "Well, I discovered my gift of talking pretty > young and I wanted to help the government, so I told the MI5 about my > gift, and in no time they had me jetting from country to country, sitting > in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would > be > eavesdropping. > > I was one of their most valuable spies eight years running." "The jetting > around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger and I > wanted to settle down. So I signed up for a job at the airport to do some > undercover security work, mostly wandering near suspicious characters and > listening in." "I uncovered some incredible dealings there and was > awarded a batch of medals. Had a wife, a mess of puppies, and now I'm > just retired." The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what > he wants for the dog. The owner says, "Ten quid." The guy says, "This dog > is AMazing. Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?" > > "Cause he's a f**king liar. He didn't do any of that shi_
