Dad said, “Bring Belle over here.”
Being old school he took a rag, soaked it with a little gasoline, and dabbed the dog’s b*cks*de with it to disguise the scent, and said, “OK, you can go now, but keep Belle on the leash and only go one time round the block.”
The little girl left …..and returned a few minutes later with no dog on the leash.
Surprised, Dad asked, “Where’s Belle?”
(YOU’RE GONNA LOVE THIS!!!)
The little girl said, “She ran out of gas about halfway down the
block, so another dog is pushing her home.
On the last day, he hailed a cab and told the driver to drive to the airport.
During the journey, a Honda drove past the taxi. Thereupon, the man leaned out of the window excitedly and yelled, “Honda, very fast! Made in Japan!”
After a while, a Toyota sped past the taxi. Again, the Japanese man leaned out of the window and yelled, “Toyota, very fast! Made in Japan!”
And then a Mitsubishi sped past the taxi. For the third time, the Japanese leaned out of the window and yelled, “Mitsubishi, very fast! Made in Japan!”
The driver was a little angry, but he kept quiet. And this went on for quite a number of cars. Finally, the taxi came to the airport. The fare was US$150.
The Japanese exclaimed, “Wah… so expensive!”
There upon, the driver yelled back, “Meter, very fast! Made in Japan!”
