So One Day, when I was chillen at a kick back with my posse and a crew I just met, this dude starts talkin. He says, " Oh yeah, I've rained a lotta dogs. People have paid me Big Bucks for this stuff. " All night he's going on and on saying things like, " I don't care about nothing except one rule, don't ever strike a dog with your hand. That's the hand that feeds them. Grab whatever you can; newpaper, or a ruler. Just never strike with your bare hand. " And, " You just gotta teach'em the Rules. " People are getting grumpy, he's going on for so long about this. So I ask him if we could go outside for a cigarette.
Now we go outside, and I ask him, "So you train dogs, huh? You know a lotta 'bout it? " " Yep." He says. So I tell him a secret, " I hear... that if you treat women like dogs, they like it. " HaHa! What do you think his reaction was, huh? He loved me. In that moment he thought I was the coolest fuckin person on the planet. So is potty humor really that dumb? No. It's just got to be told as a secret.
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