My Other Half

(Guest post by Hoop. Maybe I can convert him into a blogger yet!)

Whats up everyone? Well, my amazing girlfriend just introduced me to this crazy machine called a "com-pute-r." Then she taught me about this so called "in-ter-net." That brings me to this post. Well now that you know how I got here and I am up to speed, I guess we can move on. I don't really know what to write, so I'll start out with a joke-

Q: What has six eyes and seven teeth?

The only catch is you have to read the rest of my post very carefully to find the answer.

So yesterday evening when I got home from work I let our dogs out. I delayed shutting the door for a minute to check out the scenery in our new back yard. When I decided to shut it, I guess Duff (Our cool, not so smart dog) thought I was opening it for them to come inside. He hauled ass like a crack hoe to the pipe at full speed head first into the door. It happened so fast, right in front of me. I felt really bad for him but then couldn't stop laughing after I realized he was ok. He seemed as though it didn't even bother him. Do dogs feel pain?

Did you guys catch the joke? I'll give you a hint, you gotta go back and read the Duff story, its somewhere right after the middle.

This weekend I have to take some insurance classes for my job so I can get the big dogs even richer. Maybe I can get them to take to some ideas I have concocted to make more money. We offer all types of insurances on our loans to protect the customer's interest.... as well as our own. If someone gets laid off from their job, injured and can't work, or dies, our insurance products pay on the loan. Sometimes they come in handy, but what we need to offer is prison and divorce insurance. Our area is crazy. I had a guy threaten to shoot me cause he got denied for a loan. We have a customer who is a really cool guy that got a DUI four months ago here in Fla and is not getting out until November just because it was a second offense in four yrs. That's a little ridiculous isn't it? And a ton of them have divorced since I got the job. Does anyone think I can sell my insurance ideas?

So anyways here is the real answer to my joke-

A: The night shift at the Waffle House.

I've been telling that joke for fifteen years now and nobody's heard it and I always get a laugh, unless its told in an area where there are no Waffle Houses. Feel free to use it with my permission and receive the same joy as I have over the years.

(Show the boy some love and comment! Have a great weekend guys.)