Most shaggy dog stories don’t have dogs in them, but tonight’s actually does:
It seems there’s this talented flea who got himself an agent so he could become famous and make a fortune. The agent calls him one day and says, “I got you a great gig – you’ll be on Benji’s back!” This sounds like a great opportunity for a flea, so he jumps (sorry) at the chance.
The next morning, the agent’s phone rings; it’s the flea. “You gotta get me out of here,” the flea says. “Benji scratches; his handlers comb him and spray him with anti-flea stuff – I almost got killed!”
“OK, OK,” the agent says. “But a new opening just came up in Willie Nelson’s beard. Do you want it?” Well, this sounds pretty good to the flea, and the next day he found himself in Shotgun Willie’s whiskers.
However, the next morning the agent’s phone rings again. Yup, it’s the flea. “You gotta get me out of here,” says the flea. “This gig looked so good, but Willie chews tobacco, he smokes cigars and pot; his breath is horrible, and his beard is a hell-hole. Help!”
The agent sighs. “Well, it just so happens you’re a VERY lucky flea, ‘cause I have ONE MORE SPOT for you, and this one you’ll love – it’s in Dolly Parton’s privates. What could you POSSIBLY not like about THAT??”
The flea, of course, jumps (again) at the chance, and the agent figures he’ll never hear from the flea again, at least not until Dolly retires. However…yup, the next morning the phone rings. “What in the WORLD is wrong now?!” the agent screams. Don’t tell me there’s something wrong with Dolly Parton’s privates!”
“Oh, there’s no problem with Dolly Parton’s privates,” the flea explains. “But you see, there was a big country music festival over the weekend, and, well, to make a long story short, I’m back in Willie Nelson’s beard.”
Most shaggy dog stories don’t have dogs in them, but tonight’s actually does:
It seems there’s this talented flea who got himself an agent so he could become famous and make a fortune. The agent calls him one day and says, “I got you a great gig – you’ll be on Benji’s back!” This sounds like a great opportunity for a flea, so he jumps (sorry) at the chance.
The next morning, the agent’s phone rings; it’s the flea. “You gotta get me out of here,” the flea says. “Benji scratches; his handlers comb him and spray him with anti-flea stuff – I almost got killed!”
“OK, OK,” the agent says. “But a new opening just came up in Willie Nelson’s beard. Do you want it?” Well, this sounds pretty good to the flea, and the next day he found himself in Shotgun Willie’s whiskers.
However, the next morning the agent’s phone rings again. Yup, it’s the flea. “You gotta get me out of here,” says the flea. “This gig looked so good, but Willie chews tobacco, he smokes cigars and pot; his breath is horrible, and his beard is a hell-hole. Help!”
The agent sighs. “Well, it just so happens you’re a VERY lucky flea, ‘cause I have ONE MORE SPOT for you, and this one you’ll love – it’s in Dolly Parton’s privates. What could you POSSIBLY not like about THAT??”
The flea, of course, jumps (again) at the chance, and the agent figures he’ll never hear from the flea again, at least not until Dolly retires. However…yup, the next morning the phone rings. “What in the WORLD is wrong now?!” the agent screams. Don’t tell me there’s something wrong with Dolly Parton’s privates!”
“Oh, there’s no problem with Dolly Parton’s privates,” the flea explains. “But you see, there was a big country music festival over the weekend, and, well, to make a long story short, I’m back in Willie Nelson’s beard.”