I call mine “Sex.” He’s a great pal but he has caused me a great deal of embarrassment.
When I went to the city hall to renew his dog license, I told the clerk I would like a license for Sex. He said, “I’d like one too.”
Then I said, “But this is a dog.”
He said he didn’t care what she looked like.
Then I said, “You don’t understand, I’ve had Sex since I was 9 years old.”
He winked and said, “You must have been quite a kid.”
When I got married and went on my honeymoon, I took the dog with me.
I told the motel clerk that I wanted a room for my wife and me and a special room for Sex.
He said, “You don’t need a special room. As long as you pay your bill we don’t care what you do.”
I said, “Look, you don’t seem to understand, Sex keeps me awake at night.”
The clerk said, “Funny—I have the same problem.”
One day I entered Sex in a contest, but before the competition began the dog ran away. Another contestant asked me why I was just standing there, looking disappointed. I told him I had planned to have Sex in the contest.
He told me I should have sold my own tickets. “But you don’t understand,” I said, “I had hoped to have Sex on TV.”
He said, “Now that cable is all over the place it’s no big deal anymore.”
When my wife and I separated, we went to court to fight for custody of the dog. I said, “Your honor, I had Sex before I was married.”
The judge said, “The courtroom isn’t a confessional. Stick to the case, please.”
Then I told him that after I was married, Sex left me.
He said, “Me, too.”
Last night Sex ran off again. I spent hours looking around town for him.
A cop came over to me and asked, “What are you doing in this alley at 4 o’clock in the morning?”
I told him that I was looking for Sex.
My case comes up Friday.