Narrator: Sometimes when dogs don't come when they're called…
Poncho: Dang! My cell phone!
Narrator: … it's not their fault.
What the heck?…you already drank from it. Reach down there and get your phone.
One of the Mysteries of the Universe explained…
The cell phone done bit the dust now…might as well flush it down.
Looks like a phoney excuse to me!
I was at an outdoor concert last night and I had to give my 10 year old grandson my iPhone so he could help his 4 year old brother in an unlighted port-a-john. Everyone in several long lines stopped talking – and gave a cheer when the boys and the iPhone emerged unscathed (and dry)!
July 26, 2014