For My Marine Biking Buddy in BFE

A guy was driving around the back woods of Tennessee and he saw a sign in front of

a broken down shanty-style house: 'Talking Dog for Sale '

He rings the bell and the owner appears and tells him the dog is in the backyard.

The guy goes into the back yard and sees a nice looking Beagle sitting there.

'You talk?' he asks.

'Yep,' the Beagle replies.

After the guy recovers from the shock of hearing a dog talk, he says 'So, what's your story?'

The Beagle looks up and says, 'Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young.

I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA and they had me sworn into the toughest

branch of the armed services...the United States Marines You know one of their nicknames is

'The Devil Dogs.'

In no time at all 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 for eight years running, but the jetting around really tired me out,

and I knew I wasn't getting any younger. So, I decided to settle down.

I retired from the Corps (8 dog years is 56 Corps years) and signed up for a job at the airport

to do some undercover security, wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered

some incredible dealings and was awarded a batch of medals. I got married, had a mess of puppies,

and now I'm just retired.'

The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog.

'Ten dollars,' the guy says.

'Ten dollars? This dog is amazing! Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?'

'Because he's such a bullshitter ... He never did any of that cr@p! He was in the Navy!'

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