Foot, Meet Mouth


I was standing outside my apartment with a friend tonight listening to the neighboor's yappy dog bark, as it frequently does.

Me: Will you kill that dog for me?
J: I sure will.
Me: I'll pay you. Really.
Neighboor, to dog: Shut up!

If I end up in jail, at least you know why.


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