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Rover Gets the Blame
Bloke goes to his dinner with the parents of his girlfrind for th first time ever. They're sitting in a pretty conventional fashion, table cloth, lots of food, dog lying under the table, all that.
Halfway through the main course, the bloke has an urge to f*rt. Not an urge, a compulsion, a need. He can't get up without looking rude, so he leans to one side and lets rip a quiet 'parp'
The father of the family looks under the table;
"Rover!" He says.
'Blinding' thinks the guy, 'Got away with that one, now they think it was the dog. Marvellous...'
Five minutes later, he needs to f*rt again. But he got away with it before, so he tries it again....
*parp!*
"Rover!"
Marvellous.
Twice more he does it, twice more the father calls on his dog.
*parp!!*
"Rover, come out!"
*parp!!!*
"Rover!"
It's getting late in the meal, and our man is quite pleased with his success. Dizzy with it, and full of good girlfriendally-parent cooked food and wine, and knowin the dog has always been... y'know... he lets another....
*PPAAAAARP!*
"Rover? Rover!" Says the Father, "Rover, get out from under the table, before that boy sh*ts on your head!"