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The son to his father:
- Dad, our house has been robbed 3 times this month, we should get a dog.
- Your right son. Heres 1000€ to buy a real killer dog.
And then the boy went to the pet shop:
- I want to buy a bad dog, a real killer.
Salesman:
- Just a moment i'm going to get it.
After a while the Salesman returns with a shoe box full of holes.
- Here it is. His name is Karaté.
- What?!?! This tiny dog?!?!?
- Watch that table - And the Salesman says to the dog: - Karaté.. TABLE.
Kasttcabum - The dog totaly destroys the table. The kid is amazed with that dog.
- Ill take it.
When he gets home, he shows Karaté to his father:
- What??!?!? That thing?!?!
- It's Karaté dad.
- Karaté my balls.
- Kratrumbradrontuff!! :jester:
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