Diet

Yesterday I was buying a large bag of Purina dog chow for Skippy the wonder dog at Wal-Mart and was about to check out.

A woman behind me asked if I had a dog. An evil impulse overcame me at the stupidity of the question,
so I went her one better on the stupid scale and said that, no, I didn't have a dog, and that I was starting the
Purina Diet again..... although I probably shouldn't, because I'd ended up in the hospital last time, but that I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and
IVs in both arms.

I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way that it works is to load your pants pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry and that the food is nutritionally complete so I was going to try it again. (I have to mention here that practically everyone in the line was by now enthralled
with my story.)

Horrified , she asked if I ended up in intensive care because the dog food poisoned me. I told her no; I stepped off a curb to sniff an Irish Setter's ass and a car hit us both.

I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack, he was laughing so hard!

I'm not welcome at WAL-MART anymore!!!