I thought my dogs were OK with things, but I caught the Little Dog trying to sneak into Canada.
He was trying to convince the border guards that he was a reindeer. He couldn’t name Santa’s reindeer, so they wouldn’t let him in. He keeps getting them mixed up with the Seven Dwarves.
“Let’s see. There’s Dasher and Dancer and Sleepy and Grumpy.”
“Sir, turn your Corvette around and go home.”
That’s better than me. I accidentally rear-ended some guy the other day and he jumps out of his lifted F250 like he’s gonna kill me -
But I take one look at him and he’s like a “Little Person.”
So I just sort of smiled in a friendly way but inside I’m thinking BIG truck! SMALL guy - or whatever - and the guy screams: I AM NOT HAPPY
So I just look at him and it came out - I’m sorry - “Well which one are you?”