The Cal-look Lounge

Yesterday, I was at my local COSTCO buying a large bag of Purina dog chow
 for my loyal pets,  Colonel Fluffy and Captain Cleo, and was in the checkout line, when the woman
behind me asked if I had a dog.
 
What did she think I had, an elephant? So since I'm retired and have little
 to do, on impulse I told  her that no, I didn't have a dog, I was starting the  Purina Diet again.

I added that I probably shouldn't, because I 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.

The food is nutritionally complete so it works well and I was going to try it again.

(I have to mention here that practically  everyone in line was 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 as he was laughing so hard.


 Costco won't let me shop there anymore.

 :D :D ;D

Brilliant  ;D ;D ;D ::)