This joke is at my wife’s expense. The less I say about that the better.
Patrick: The meds are in the fridge.
Paddy: OK, So I’m thinking eggs and mutton, a little rice…
Patrick: Um, no. She has special vet food in the…Are you wearing my boxers?
Paddy: yes.
Dog: Food?
rude licking noises throughout conversation
Patrick: Why are you wearing my underwear?
Paddy: It gets cold downstairs at night.
Patrick: You were wearing a suit.
Paddy: You expect me to stay dressed up for you all the time? I’m not that kind of guy.
Dog: Food?
Patrick: About the boxers?
Paddy: The dog spilled her beer on me so the cat brought me these out of the laundry.
Patrick: the cat…
Paddy: Sure the dog wasn’t in any shape to help!
Dog: Food?
Paddy: Stop tasting me!
final quiet licking thup