Fella walks into his local, bangs on the bar for attention and says, 'Which one of you owns the gigantic Rottweiler with the spiked collar that's chained up outside?'
A big bruiser at the other end of the bar stands up and says, 'That's MY dog. What of it?'
'I'll tell you what of it, mate - my dog just killed him!'
'What kind of dog do you have?'
'A chihuahua.'
'WHAT?! How the fuck can a chihuahua kill a Rottweiler?'
'Got lodged in his throat.'
Boru
A big bruiser at the other end of the bar stands up and says, 'That's MY dog. What of it?'
'I'll tell you what of it, mate - my dog just killed him!'
'What kind of dog do you have?'
'A chihuahua.'
'WHAT?! How the fuck can a chihuahua kill a Rottweiler?'
'Got lodged in his throat.'
Boru
‘I can’t be having with this.’ - Esmeralda Weatherwax