Re: YAY - OâHalloran back on the B's bench
posted at 5/10/2013 7:06 PM EDT
A city slicker is driving on the back roads of Kentucky when he sees a sign in front of an old ramshackle house. The sign says "Talking Dog for Sale."
He stops, honks his horn, and out comes an old guy with a small mutt on a leash. He asks the old man about the dog.
"Is this the talking dog?"
"How much are you asking?"
"Is that all? Why so cheap," he says, barely controlling his laughter.
"He ain't worth nothing', that's why. Go ahead. Ask him about himself."
The fellow looked at the dog, but before he could say anything the dog started talking.
"Well, I don't know what it is, but I've always had this gift, ever since I was a little pup. I grew up thinking I was kind of a freak, but then one day some government men came and they wanted to hire me to go with them for some negotiations that were taking place in Europe.
"I think it was the CIA that brought me there, but I never knew for sure. But I got my first plane ride out of it, and the best food I ever tasted. Then they brought me into the negotiating room and sat me down near the wall.
"In the middle of the negotiations the CIA guy asked if they could take a break to go to the bathroom. The Americans all left the room, and when they did the other guys started talking about how they were going to trick them in the negotiations.
"I heard everything, of course, so when we got back to the hotel room I told them everything the guys had said. The CIA liked me so much that they kept me on their payroll for more than 10 years."
The city slicker was amazed. He turned to the old man and said "Are you kidding -- and you'd sell this dog for 10 bucks? Why so little?
The old man took out his pipe, looked at the dog, then looked up at the man.
"Cause he's nothing but a liar. All that stuff he just said, all about the CIA? He just made that up."