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!" Then, 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 got married and went on my honeymoon, I took the dog with me. I told
the motel clerk that I wanted 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." I said, "Look, you don't seem to understand. Sex keeps me awake at
night." The clerk said, "Funny--I have the same problem."
One day, I entered Sex in a contest, but the dog ran away. Another
contestant while 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. "But you don't understand," I said. "I hoped to have Sex on TV." He
said, "Now that cable is all over the place, it's no big deal anymore."
When my wife and I seperated, 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."
Last night, Sex ran off again. I spent hours looking around town for him. A
cop came over to me and asked, "What are you doing in alley at 4 o'clock
this morning? I told him I was looking for Sex. My case comes up Friday
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