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Talking Dog For Sale


A guy is driving around the back woods of Tennessee and he sees a sign in

front of a broken down shanty-style house: “Talking Dog For Sale.”

He rings the bell and the owner appears and tells him the dog is in the back

yard. The guy goes into the back yard and sees a nice looking Labrador

retriever sitting there.

“You talk?” he asks. “Yep,” the Lab replies.

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New Bike?


For his birthday Little Matt asked for a 10-speed bicycle.

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