I got a phone call when I was in the pub,
"If you don't get home in ten minutes I'm giving the dog your dinner!"
So I went home.
I love that dog.
What do you call a person who takes baby goats?
A Kidnapper!
I told the doctor’s receptionist I need an appointment.
“How about 10 tomorrow?” she asked.
“I don’t need that many,” I replied.
I was kidnapped by mad scientist who experimented on me, replacing my limbs with animal ones.
If I ever see him again I'll tear him apart with my bear hands.