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
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson