Man Names His Dog ‘S*x’
Folks generally aren’t very creative in choosing names for their dogs. That’s why there are so
many named Rover and Spot. But, have you heard the plight of the fellow who thought he’d be cute
and name his dog S*x? It goes like this: One day, I went to the town hall to get a dog license for
S*x. The clerk asked me what I wanted. I told him I wanted a license for S*x. He said, “I’d
like to have one, too.” Then, I said, “You don’t understand. She’s a dog.” He replied,
“Look man, I don’t care how she looks.” “No no, I’ve had S*x since I was 5!” He replied,
“You must have been an early bloomer.” When I decided to get married, I told the minister I
wanted to have S*x at the wedding. He told me I’d have to wait until after the wedding. When I
protested that S*x had played a big part in my life and that my whole life revolved around S*x, he
said he didn’t want to hear about my personal life. After my wife and I got married, I took the
dog with us on the honeymoon. When I checked into the hotel, I told the clerk that I wanted a room
for my wife and wanted one for S*x. She replied, “Sir, every room in the hotel can be used for
s*x.” I said, “You don’t understand. S*x keeps me awake at night.” The clerk said, “Me
too!” When my wife and I sepa***ed, we went to court to fight for custody of the dog. When I
told the Judge I had S*x before I was married, he grinned and said, “Me too.” One day my dog S*x
and I took a walk and he ran away from me. I spent hours looking for that dog. A policeman came
by and asked what I was doing in this alley at midnight. I told him, “I’m looking for S*x!” My
case comes up next Tuesday. Now that I’ve been thrown in jail, married, divo***d and had more
trouble with that dog than I ever imagined, I’m in counselling. My psychiatrist asked me what my
problem was. I said, “S*x has left my life. It’s like losing a best friend and I’m so
lonely.” He said, “Look, you and I both know that s*x isn’t man’s best friend. Why don’t
you go get yourself a dog…”