A guy sees a sign in front of a house that says: Talking Dog for Sale. He rings the bell and the owner tells him the dog is in the backyard.
The guy goes into the backyard and sees a black mutt just sitting there.
You talk? he asks.
Yep, the mutt replies.
So, whats your story?
The mutt looks up and says: Well, I discovered my gift of talking pretty young and I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA about my gift, and in no time they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping. I was one of their most valuable spies eight years running.
The jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasnt getting any younger and I wanted to settle down.
So I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security work, mostly wandering near suspicious characters and listening in.
I uncovered some incredible dealings there and was awarded a batch of medals.
Had a wife, a mess of puppies, and now Im just retired.
The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog.
The owner says: Ten dollars.
The guy says: This dog is amazing. Why on earth are you selling him, so cheap?
The owner replies: Hes just a big liar. He didnt do any of that stuff.
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Possum; AKA:- Ali El-Aziz Mohamed Gundawiathan
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