Everybody who has a dog calls him Rover or Boy. I call
mine Sex. He's a great pal, but he has caused me a
great deal of embarrassment.
When I went to city hall to renew his dog license, I
told the clerk I would like a license for Sex. He
said, I'd like one too!
I said, But this is a dog.. He said he didn't care what
she looked like. Then I said, You don't understand.
I've had Sex, since I was 9 years old. He winked and
said You must have been quite a kid.
When I married and went on my honeymoon. I took the
dog with me. I told the motel clerk that I wanted a
room for my wife and me, and a special room for Sex.
He said, You don't need a special room. As long as you
pay your bill, we don't care what you do.
One day, I entered Sex in a contest, but before the
competition began, the dog ran away. Another
contestant asked me why I was just standing there,
looking disappointed. I told him I had planned to have
Sex in the contest. He told me I should have sold my
own tickets.
When my wife and I separated we went to court to fight
for custody of the dog. I said, Your Honor, I had Sex
before I was married. The judge said, The courtroom
isn't a confessional. Stick to the case please.
Then I told him that after I was married, Sex left me.
He said, Me too.
Last night, Sex ran off again. I spent hours looking
all over town for him. A cop came over to me and
asked, "What are you doing in this alley at 4 o'clock
in the morning?" I told him that I was looking for
Sex. My case comes up Friday.
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