Yesterday I was buying a large bag of Purina dog chow for Sophie the

wonder-dog at Wal-Mart and was about to check out, when a woman behind me

asked me if I had a dog.

Well... Looking at the bag and realizing that it actually did say DOG

FOOD, in big bold letters. . . I was a little bit curious.

So . . . since I'm retired with little to do, on impulse, I told

her that no, I didn't have a dog. I was starting the Purina Diet again,

although I probably shouldn't because I had ended up in the hospital the

last time. But since I'd lost 50 pounds, before I awakened in the intensive

care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms, I

had decided to give it another try.

I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way

that it works is to load your pants pockets with Purina nuggets and simply

eat one or two every time you feel hungry. The food is nutritionally complete,

so I was going to try it again and just be a little more careful this time. (I

have to mention here that practically everyone in the line was by now listening

and enthralled with my story.)



Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive care because the dog
food poisoned me. I told her no, I stepped off a curb to sniff an Irish Setter's butt and a car hit me.



I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack, he was

laughing so hard, he fell.



Wal-Mart has now taken away my shopping privileges.

about peed my pants...lol......

Priceless!!!

Wow, that's a good one

Wow,that was a really good one.made my day.