
When I went to city hall to renew his dog license,
I told the clerk I would like a license for Sex.
He said, "I'd like to have one too!"
Then I said "But this is for a dog."
He said, "I don't care what she looks like."
Then I said, "You don't understand,
I've had Sex since I was nine years old."
He said, "You must have been quite a kid."

When I got married and went on my honeymoon,
I took the dog with me. Not wanting the dog to bother us,
I told the clerk that I wanted a room for my wife and I,
and a special room for Sex. He said that every room in the place was for sex.
I said, "You don't understand, Sex keeps me awake at night."
The clerk said "yeah me too."


I once left my dog at the Veterinarian.
When I went to pick him up I said,
"I've come for my dog." She asked "Which one Spot or Rover?"
I said "What about Sex?" She slapped me.
After I straightened out the misunderstanding,
I asked if Sex was good for her. She slapped me again.



Last night Sex ran off again.
I spent hours looking for him all over town.
A cop came over to me and asked,
"What are you doing in this alley at 4 o'clock in the morning?"
I said I was looking for Sex . . . . . . . My court case comes up Friday.

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