Gee, it's getting worse by the minute!!!
There was a bar with a black Labrador who decided that he was the local mascot. He was there every night and was popular with the locals who would feed him him with peanuts and snacks.
The bar had swing doors through which the dog would push his way through every evening. After many years of use the springs of the doors weakened and one day they were replaced.
One evening the Labrador pushed his way in but the new springs in the door caused the door to slam shut a lot faster than usual. The doors shut on his tail which was badly kinked and after a while gangrene set in and eventually he died from complications. Before he died the end of his tail actually dropped off.
Up to St Peter he went (the doggy divison)and when he got there St Peter told him that everyone had to present themselves with no parts missing. He was told to go back to earth to pick up his missing tailpiece.
He arrived back at his favourite bar just after closing time the next night when the barman was busy washing glasses and dishes and tidying up.
The Labrador said, 'Do you remember me?'
'Of course', replied the barman.
The Labrador then explained his position and asked if his tailpiece was still around.
'Yes', said the barman, 'We have actually pinned it to the side of the counter in memory you'.
'Can I have my tail back', asked the Labrador.
'No', replied the barman, 'We don't retail spirits after hours'.
I believe that one can be shot for that type of shaggy dog story!!!
Some jokes are so funny that you can laugh until your sides are Thor!!!
Andre 40.