Spot, Fido, and Blue.
Spot, Fido, and Blue found themselves sharing a cell in the dog pound. Spot looked at Fido and asked, “What’s got you in here?” Fido replied, “Well, you know that son of a bitch of a mailman that’s always fooling around on the porch? Yesterday, I laid in wait on him, and when he came around the corner, I bit that ass. I reckon tomorrow they gonna put me down. What about you, Spot?” “Well, you know that little bastard on the bicycle that’s always throwing papers on the porch? Yesterday, I decided I was gonna put an end to it, and when he came bicycling round the corner, I tore into that ass. Reckon they’re gonna put me down tomorrow, too.” They both turned to look at Blue sitting in the corner. “What you in for, Blue?” “Well, you know my master likes to shower with the door open, and yesterday I decided to go lie on the cool bathroom floor while she showered. When she got out and started drying off, she dropped her towel. When she bent over to pick it up, I couldn’t help my self. I jumped up and mounted her. I grabbed, and pulled, and thrust, and ravaged her till I was spent…” “Reckon they’re putting you down tomorrow, too.” “Nah, I’m just here to get my toenails trimmed.”